Is This My Sentence

I'm reaching critical will the doctor please save me Do I need to get hysterical before a blessing can re bath me I should be eternally great full and trust me I don't need any confirmation I just need a little blanket to sheild me from all this breaking I fear taking an antidote because those things can make you crazy You cure one major enigma but another one is chasing I want to know about my life but a prophecy is too revealing All I want to know is if these wounds I feel will eventually heal So doctor take your time I'm maxing out all my life lines I will be just fine I know I'm far from the due date line I'm just a young girl whose lost I know this isn't anything new So what's the rush? It's just that these constant blows Can confuse and eventually make a weak girl want to choose