full title: you'd turn back the clock if you were convinced it would change anything.
time doesn't change a thing.
all time does is make things once precious
rot.
time only serves to prove how much you've
suffered and how much longer you still have
to go.
time's only comfort is maybe one day you'll finally
run out of minutes to tick by.
[seconds to count down.]
and time certainly hasn't changed you.
you thought maybe after almost four years things
would be different.
'you're not ready for a relationship' your mom would
say. 'you need for time.'
but how long is enough?
it isn't enough yet, though.
you thought maybe you were more mature.
more collected.
you'd been away from all those destructive feelings
for so long, right?
you're better now, right?
but no. your emotions are just like a cancer.
you think you've rid your body of them,
that you're finally free and then they slither back in.
they consume you and you have no antidote.
you have no escape.
you have no cure.
you're still the same girl who walked right into
the arms of her rapist.
you're still the same girl with cuts on your arms and
c** on your teeth.
you're still the same girl who trips too often and no one
wants to help back up.
you're still the girl who will constantly be forgotten.
and you're still the girl who is just simply not
lovable.
and time won't change a goddamn thing.
faggulicious Community Member 
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