If time is a healer, bring me the dealer,
For I'm weary of waiting, my wounds open wider,
Each passing moment, a cruel reminder,
Of the pain that I carry, a burden so dire.

I've sought solace in silence, in the depths of the night,
But the echoes of sorrow, they refuse to take flight,
They linger and haunt me, like shadows unseen,
A constant companion, in a world so unclean.

I've...