They were the first thing on your mind; you were the last on theirs

we were beautiful and perfect but now that wouldn't stay forever would it? in this life nothing good happens, happiness is shortlived. you do nothing more than hurt. you scream and try to be heard. pain is forever. you cry and you hear yourself breathing and your thoughts so loud. making sense of everything. in the end, you figure it wasn't anything. in the end, it is the end, you're dead. you no longer exist. nothing but a speck of dust. it is perfect again. when you're gone.