knowing the date and time of your death and when you reach happiness ecstasy you remember your death

standing on a clif and you want to fall down but you know if you did no one will be there to catch you

living perfect happiness, perfect joy, perfect understanding, perfect feelings but you know its all fake

reading  me like an open book, but feeling that you are not interested in this book

not missing you, or missing the good or bad times, not missing the smile, eyes, laugh but missing myself

wishing each moment you are mine, not wishing I’m yours coz I was!

wishing time would stop each time I’m with you to keep away from my death

waiting hell to turn into heaven… impossible