Disillusionment

They used to tell me, when you’re older, then you’ll understand.

All these things that hurt you now, burning like a brand,

will fade away to nothing and slowly disappear.

It hasn’t happened yet, my scars are all still here.

The people I have loved and lost, left emptiness in my heart,

this separation tears at me, every day we are apart.

They used to tell me, time heals all wounds, and distance is kind.

Those who mourn will be comforted, and those who seek will find.

I have wept alone so long, without consolation,

received no answers to my ceaseless invocations.

I’m sure they thought their falsehoods to a child were justified,

but now I’m so much older, I remember only that they lied.

Clarissa
The last two lines are a perfect end.

heterodynemind
Children are such sharp little boogers, and yet adults persist in lying that everything will be alright some day. It is just that we love them so and don't want them to know the suffering in store for them; we hope that by abating the present woe, the future will still look rosy and appealing. "Those who mourn will be comforted and those who seek will find" is a great verse to draw attention to your theme here.

Ivan Donn Carswell
Well expressed, poetic sense of it comes through clearly...