I am in the phase of my life where I don’t care whether I die or not
It said that people’s minds are active for the last 7 minutes
Apparently, to play our best memories of our life
I wonder who will be my 7 minutes expect my family
I wonder if there will be 7 minutes for me
Because my family, I love them, but
Their time will be only  6 minutes, as it will  also remind me of my friends
Or my ex- friends,
I was happy then, but I realized I live in a world
Which is  really harsh, apparently
I don’t know why I was happy with them
But it's also because I thought they were pretty like roses in every way
But roses also have a few of their thorns
That made me cry every time
It did cut me
They used to cut me in every movement of my life when I hold and move with them
But why did I enjoy time with them?
I don’t want to see them in my 7 minutes
The second I would see them, my mind would die at that moment
I loved roses, I still do, for no reason at all. The thorns still could cut me
But I don’t touch them because I have  felt the pain they give me
The cuts they gave me
I still wonder when I will meet my lilies
Prettier than sunset or the moon
Shining bright like stars
Looking like they came from a fantasy book
Pretty in every way a flower has to be
I hope I will see these flowers the moment I die