On the edge!

It pains to pierce heart with happiness,

when I know I am not feeling well. 

It exhaust the mind to concentrate, 

when I exactly know how I am diverted. 

The feeling of love I know is left, 

when I probably know it is not something like love to say.

It's hard to believe, 

but it's true... 

I know nothing about myself anyhow! 

We is a deserted place I try to reach, 

But to begin with there is no you and to end there is no I left. 

Facts are facts, 

Truth is truth, 

Fake is exhausting, 

Happiness is state, 

Sadness is results, 

Possibly of all the things that run in a mind which is capable of doing anything but it just thinks. 

I rather be on edge, it's decided for sure, 

to live in the moment without fearing the unknown and without collecting the known.