My stomach drops
To see their happy faces
And all their personalities I love so much
It's too much for me.
"Live in the moment"
But how can I live in the moment when in the next,
They will be gone?
Not enough time
Not in a year
Or a day
Or even a minute
This next month will be the sorce of both my Happiness and my Depression

In this moment I am loved
In the next I am forgotten.