I was on a cliff in the sky, he was meant to be my lover but I’ve always felt a drift from how we acted. He pushed me down and I fell past the clouds. I never hit the ground but I did fall. I’ve always waiting for him to come back and love me but I know that he doesn’t like me, he belongs to someone else, and in my own story I’ve never been the main character only one made for disappointment and I think my life played that part perfectly, I don’t mind, sometimes it hurts and others I realise if I don’t have someone to wait on then why am I here, I’ve wanted death since my earliest memories so maybe it’s time. I don’t want to come back this time, it’s been too long.