Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Healer

It's been a year since you've passed.
I wonder how long I can actually last.
The pain just grew and grew.
Shouldn't it be gone by now?
It's been a year since you
Took your own life away.
I was right there.
Every tear is dried up now.
Maybe today is the day that I fall,
The day I won't get back up.
How could you do this?
One thing I fear is;
Time is the only healer.
You were wounded but still my healer.
That day will be the day
When my mouth closes but
My mind stays wide open.