I am a child who clings to the sheets pulled over my head
I've been afraid since the lights went out and I got into bed
For years i've been chasing the life I deserve
But things are looking grim
Death is grasping at my limbs
I've always wondered what it's like to fight a fight you can't win
I've been struggling for 8 months now breathing smoke into these lungs
Why is my heart still beating?
Why am I still here?
When dying alone is something I never feared