One which we borrow

hard not to think about it.
your pain and misery
invades my mind daily.
seems impossible to ignore
and I know you can't take it anymore.
what shall I do though?
not a damn thing.
I can't.
Through your suffering
I've morphed into
somewhat of a melancholy man
with no ability to understand completely.
But we're here now
 and that's what counts,
we wont always be, but right now,
 right here, exists everything that ever was or ever will be.
which is you and me for all of eternity
so let's get through together,
through the pain
through the sorrow,
relax your brain
there is no tommorow.
This life is one which we simply borrow
only to be released in the end which is also the beginning.