'The Unhealable Disease'

To lay in sorrow today, tomorrow
To want in your mind, yet feel in your heart
That there is a life, but it is not yours
The Unhealable dream of being your part
That your soul is a toy, never filled with joy
Hot iron to the feelings, unmitigated hate
Left on the brink of the life ending days
Not one considerate note only a calendar date
Longing with love returned not ever fret
Destroyer of love and bringer of regret
Who be these ghosts of times long past
Why did the window of time opaque so fast
Death is it the saviour or only the wait
Is there left to be any happy or just hollow words
Alone in the dark, scared to move either way
Forward or backwards is either progress, or to late
None can help for the sorrow of time gone
Never shall it come back to see or change one time
Drugs are easy to come and though not heal
For no drug can change death or what it feels

Unhealable are memories
Unhealable are eyes
Unhealable the darkness
Unhealable is despise