Time of the Wasteful

Sitting here thinking wasting time is that all I am? holding back my tears like you never held my hand. Being stupid one more time on another not to be mine my tears go unshed words that can't be unsaid Splintered heart that he's tearing apart crying again as I have since then Can't ignore the pain can't hide it's stain it's already to late just can't concentrate On work or study to you am I no more than a waste of time?