Knowing

Knowing everyday that one time you won’t get up, waiting for that day when you take your final breath. That one time when you never wake up. Walking around knowing how many days are left for people, knowing the numbers of days that your family members have left to live. Not understanding what’s happening around you. Not seeing what others are seeing, thinking, feeling and even already knowing. Not being able to tell what will happen next. Having a breeze hitting your face and thinking what a great life you have, while others are falling behind you. Experiencing things that seem like it’s from a whole different world, knowing the world in reality is completely different. Living your life to the fullest, knowing that some people don’t even get the chance. Going home and never knowing when you’re going to be the only one there. Waking up one day knowing you’re the only on your block, in your city, in your state, in your country, in your world, wondering when this nightmare will end. Wanting what you can’t have. Knowing that no one’s there for you, to care for you, to love you, to cherish you, to comfort you. Knowing you’re basically all alone, forever, until it’s your time to leave this earth. Not knowing where you’re going to go after that, not knowing where everyone else is. But promise me you’ll never wish to be the only one, because sometimes you’re not even there for yourself.