Everyday seems to become a miracle,

With every task becoming a little more difficult.

While I lay in bed and try to count some sheep,

I hold back tears, trying hard to stay asleep.

 

I woke up this morning with crust over my eyes,

Maybe today I will become a little bit more wise.

My life flashes before my eyes,

Why, Why, Why?

 

I go back to the day where death encountered me first,

I can’t hold back tears anymore, I feel like a balloon; I had to burst.

I tell everyone the truth,

Kind of like how chocolate attacks my sweet tooth.

 

I see everyone’s face turn into shock.

Kind of like I was the star athlete, something they call a Jock.

I show them the fear in my eyes,

again, Why, Why, Why?

 

Everyday I grow a little older,

wondering why my heart turns colder.

Maybe I will go to the pound,

And that will turn my life around

 

I came to this conclusion

But I’ll leave it at this to avoid confusion.