TIME WILL TELL

I had a friend I dared to love, who told me time would heal.
If only I took one step back, I'd see it's no big deal.

"No big deal?" I questioned him, not knowing what to say.
"From what I know, it doesn't go, it worsens every day!"

"Just take some time," he tried to tell, "What's wrong will work out fine."
"If that were true," I laughed out loud, "then everything'd be mine.

A home, a job, my children back, my life would be all swell.
Instead I've only lost these things. I'm in a living hell.

There'd be no shame in what I am, no dark cloud 'bove my head.
I wouldn't be just lying here, just wishing I were dead."

"Have some hope," he says to me, "this pain won't last through life.
If only you would try some time, you'd see beyond your strife."

"I have no strife," I say to he, "I'm just an empty shell.
And here you are, without a clue, to try to wish me well.

Beat and used and much abused. My heart crushed on the floor.
I'm known as a no-good slut, a drug accepting whore.

My heart belongs to one thing alone, the drugs that stop the pain.
Stay clean, stay clean, they lecture me, but what have I to gain?"

"Your self-esteem, your confidence, don't you want those back?"
"Honey, those were all long gone, before I started that.

I want the life," I said through tears, "that's only in my dreams.
But that could be fake, like all else, nothing's as it seems."

"Just you wait," he stressed to me, "Just you wait and see.
Give it time, that's all you need, you'll be what you will be."

"But that's just it, I'm scared to wait and see what I will be.
What if I'm already there, and what I'll be is me?"

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