"Time will heal" they said,
But after how many years,
The pain still makes me feel dead,
Cutting me slowly with invisible shears.
Physical pain is nothing compared,
To hidden pain that is not known by everyone.
It's something someone has that can't be shared
Those sleepless nights I've suffered without anyone.
Life is like a crystal ball made of glass,
Once it's cracked it can never be fixed back.
It's a weight on my shoulder that has an incredible mass,
As if all my happiness will never come back
