People say time heals everything. That I will eventually feel whole again. That I won't always feel so broken and empty. But I've been waiting and waiting. For something i fear may never be fixed. I watch this clock day and night. Wondering if today is the day, I'll find myself again. I've been pretty damn patient with this pain. I won't lie i feel the difference from then and now. But every night i sleep, my head fills up with things I'd like to forget. As much as i hate these thoughts and waking up to the daily reminders. I cant control what happens at night. The minutes past and im still drowning. The clock is ticking for a life time of waiting.