Time Doesn't Wait

It doesn't stop when I beg.

It loses me.

The clock speeds up faster when I just need a solid piece of steadiness.

And as I'm drowning in the waves of every emotion, I can't seem to find something sturdy to latch myself onto.

And time doesn't wait.

And I sit here and look around, and see the mess I've become.

And I want to blame something so terribly.

So I'll blame the seconds, that turn into minutes, that turn into hours, that turn into years, that have turned me into this.