Time is not a friend, this I've come to learn,
leaving you broken, missed chances to earn.
I hate it all but still hate myself all the more,
finding no peace in a life so tattered and tore.
So scared of change, I want to live in the past,
in my futile attempts to try to make it last.
So pathetic, so pointless, such an utter waste,
hanging on to something so long ago traced.
I know it will never be, as days pass right by,
leaving me in a world of memories as I cry.