Death

When I Was Lying In My Bed Looking At The Ceiling Ahead I Wondered When Or Why And If I'd Live Or Die I Was Prodded And Poked If Given Something To Eat I'd Choke The Doctors Said There Was Some Hope As Long As My Body Could Cope I Was Hurting And So Were Others The Hugs, The Candy, The Flowers Could Not Take Away The Pain I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Well Again With The Love Of People That Shared I Knew That They Were The Ones Who Cared I Don't Know If This Is A Dream Or If It's True So Just Tell Me What To Do Or I'll Die Too Young To Know And Healing Step By Step Is Very Slow