A Poem A Day Keeps The [something] Away

What Is Really Time?

There was a time,
Where I had oh so many friends.
But with the flick of a dime,
I switched to only one.
I now have some more,
But I still feel the wind of the slammed shut door.
I cried every night,
No-one really knew.
When you lose them all, your life is a fight.
I guess that I grew,
But I don't feel like someone new.
I never really cry,
Instead I cut, scratch, punsh and in a field of emotions I drown.
I wish that I would die,
Like some do when they see a clown.
I've liked clowns since I was little.
But what does the past mean when you are stuck in every moment?
Life is such a riddle.
Yeah, I needed somewhere to vent.
If death cost us money, it would be worth every cent.