Nothing, I can’t do anything.

As I hear you moan and grown… 

As you wail out “Aye” multiple times… 

As you create silence and all I hear is the machine helping you live… 

But is that true?

Nothing, I can’t do anything.

As I see you lay and stay still…

As you wither away… 

As you turn into nothing but skin and bones…

But is that true?

I can do something.

I will smile and show you strength.

I’ll stay hopeful.

You will never see me sad and in tears.

And that is true.