MyLife, Its Really Not Mine

I've always called it my life.... but was it ever really ..... MINE !!!

Before you came along its hard to believe but yes ... I existed, in my own make-believe world quite I happily I persisted. With mortals around me, I share many a bond, Some I have to but of many I too am quite fond, None have ever asked me neither did I ever say ..." I would..." But I know and they know that there are many a promises and small they may be but yes ... some expectations. And fulfill in my lifetime we both know ... I should. So you see, the life I've always called my own, ..........its really not mine.

Leave ...if you still have to, coz' live .... I shall, not coz' I want to but coz' I have to. Never knew I meant so much not to a few but to so many. They all seemed to have their reasons, what they are ? .... I can't think of any. So you see, the life I've always called my own, ...........its really not mine.

No ...it hasn't been years not even months, but these few moments we've shared I guess would do, To just look at my life and just watch the rest of it pass by. Sorry ... but that's the best I can do, when you're no more around, and I still have to live a life, which ofcourse as I said, to even start with .... ........was never ever really mine.