Expiration Dates

I lost everything.
My family.
Home.
Myself.
Just because I could see numbers... that indicate people's death.
I like to call them 'expiration dates.'
I want to be free from this curse, this burden of dreadful knowledge I obtain every time I make eye contact with people, but I can't die. It's not yet my time.
The numbers can't be defied, no matter how hard I try.
I've stopped trying a long time ago, but I have to risk again.
I can't lose him.
...at least not yet.