Why must it feel as though I’m being torn in two by myself?

Compassion shown for such a long time that it is outgrown?

The pain can afflict one so deeply

Time works against you and winds backwards

Reminding you of things past

And making you forget things present

False decisions are made and dealt with

But sometimes some sought false decisions are right

When that decision is so close to the line you’ll never know

If it was right or wrong, until it’s too late

You’ll find out when someone has moved on

You’ll find out when someone hates you

That you made the wrong decision

Or you will never find out

Twenty-four hours or less holds the time that a decision has to be made

Which will it be?

I have a feeling it’s right

But I’ll just never know.