Time

I watch the clock
Tick away life.
This life I have lived
By the edge of a knife.

Minute by minute,
Hour by hour,
My life wilts away,
Like a dying flower.

I feel so helpless,
I feel so bent,
I’m wasting away,
My life is half spent.

I struggle for meaning,
I try hard to smile,
I want things alright,
Even if just for a while.

If it was alright,
For at least one day
I would be satisfied,
In every way.

It’s sickening really,
How much I care.
But when I need a hand to hold,
No one’s ever there.

It’s just way too much,
Just a burden on my shoulder.
It makes my days get longer.
It makes them so much colder.

I try to find a refuge.
Somewhere I could hide.
Where no one could find me.
With no one by my side.

Maybe if I loved someone
If I had someone who cared,
Then maybe I would have a hand to hold,
Some one who is always there.

But for now I remain searching
For the love that I can call true
I’ll remain to search,
For someone just like you.