The Clock

I know that the day soon will come.
It will cause me to become undone.
Undone, broken, shattered like glass,
The day will reflect our horrible past.

The clock ticks away, the hours go by.
I sit here reminiscing every single lie.
The lies that were told, and how they were said,
The sound of them ringing inside my head.

The day is here, no going back.
Now is where I finally crack.
Emotions pouring out of my gaping mouth,
All of my feelings are what I finally shout.
You turn to me with your widened eyes,
Looking at my crying face, saying my good-byes.

Realizing that it was all a dream,
I go back to my life, losing all sanity.
I try to say the words that I had dreamt,
Only pushed back by feelings that are not meant.

So, I sit here as the clock ticks by.
Dealing with you, and every _{single lie.}