Clock on the Wall

Why do I watch the clock on the wall
so focused on the minute hand,
watching it tick across the face
hoping the rhymic motion would somehow help?

Why do I lay in bed
buried under the covers,
clutching lifeless pillows and sheets
praying to that clock there that it'll go away?

Why do I move like a zombie,
no reason or direction,
with no hope or will
aching with every step I take towards where you were?

Why do I have this pain in my chest
this constant ache within my ribs
this horrid feeling in my stomach
that can only be healed by your hugs?

Why do I cry
these dumb tears of a broken heart
when I knew the whole time you werent mine
when I saw in your eyes the hollow heart I thought I held?

Why do I hate you,
Time, you souless thing
when I know you have nothing to do with my pain
and when I know your promise of healing is only a lie?

What about this time,
this thing that everyone says will make the pain go away
why am I taunted by the dreams of happiness
when every second that passes is stabbed with dispair?

Why did you do this to me
you lying, cruel thing
Why did you tell me it'll be okay
when you're just a dumb clock on the wall?

Don't tell me time will heal all
Don't lie to me anymore
it still hurts and it always will
I will always hate you for breaking my heart,

Why do I watch the clock on the wall
hoping time would heal me
though I've never believed time could heal anything,
You dumb clock on the wall.