In time

I'm getting estranged from life as I travel between the edges. Every time I descended, I embraced optimism in despondency, being aware of that endeavour's in vain. Then I begin to cling not to the ones who seem to stand by me but myself.
I'm not happy but I'm okay.
Cos I got to learn in a bad way that it's gonna hurt when it heals, too.
Time doesn't do any good to anybody.
Time just depletes all you have.