04.37 am

i looked at the ceiling again, 

as if my mind wasn't a mess, 

as if my existence meant something. 

but deep down i knew, i always knew:

i was temporary, not permanent 

i was nothing, just a person that helps and just wanish in a second someone better come up in the picture

but it was alright, i never was a person made to be loved as i love the people that are important to me - i am just here to be a moment, just a toy. to relief and just being left, while loving someone else. someone better. 

it's okay, i get used to it.

I get used to it that i am nothing. 

Just a temporary thing