The things i go through

Another day done, another night had begun. A smile not-so-genuine frowned a little as i die more, knowing your smile's temporarily gone. Every stroke of my hand as i write another for you, Slowly becomes weak as your tear makes a trail of your past, engraving my heart with another scar, wishing there was something i could do. I miss your laughter, I miss your smiles. I miss every word, like how you once before called me "mine" I miss your hands, I miss your voice. I miss the fact that you're not like others who see me as a choice. I would give you my smiles, As you give others, yours. I don't mind draining my heart with cries inside, As i let my eyes witness your upcoming happiness blinding me with dark rays, making me empty inside.