We love them, we expect everything from them, we dream of them being there with us till eternity….

We know they love us, we know how much we mean to them; we know how much they gave just to be with us…

We know everything about them, we think we know everything about them, until one day they start showing us another side…

Deep inside we would never believe what they’re showing us, but they make it look so real, so real that our love start to doubt…

They lie, they hide, they say they were wrong, choosing us, they give us pain, even though they know they still love us, they lie…

They think feeling pain alone is the best, they don’t want to hurt us, making us hate them is a must, way much better than paining us…

They only show how much they loved us after they’re gone, after they leave us, they tell us about their pain, their sacrifice, their love…

But they don’t know, we know better, they don’t know what they’ve done, they don’t know, we know better…

They don’t know how selfish their sacrifices are, they don’t know what it means to live with nothing, to expect nothing, to want nothing…

They’re gone; they don’t feel pain anymore, but we’re still here, we feel the pain, the pain of lacking, the pain of needing…

We need them, they’re not around, we need their pictures, we don’t have those, we need memories, they were so occupied with their sacrificing illusions they didn’t find the time to give us any…

They don’t know that we wanted just a little more time with them, we didn’t need to hate them, we don’t need to regret, we don’t need to forget them…

We could’ve supported them well, we could’ve given them happiness before their time comes, we could’ve given them enough, we would’ve taken enough happiness for the rest of our lives…

They don’t know, we know better, that we get hurt more knowing, that they thought we would feel better hating them…

They don’t know, we know better, they left us hanging in the middle of nowhere, somewhere between love and hate…

They don’t know, we know better, how many times we die every day cannot be counted, they died once, they don’t know the pain of dying countless times every single minute of every day…

They left us to regret, with no past, with no future, without feelings, without life, without love, without hate, without them…