Time Poem by Esther low

When time,
one second,
one mintue,
one hour,
one day,
one year,
passed,
i get more tired.
Times seem to passed fast,
me seem so tired,
physical or mentally,
i guess,
both.
Thousand or million of word,
is hard to describe me,
is hard to amend my heart,
because it have been destroy by you.
I thought time can heal my pain,
but it have got deeper,
the deepest that you and i,
didn't know.
Good bye.