I lay there, quietly, counting the last seconds of my life.
My family sits on my bed, water flowing from their eyes.
I guess my time was over, but that doesn’t mean I have to accept it; I haven’t fufilled my dreams.
Why, oh why am I leaving so soon.

I just can’t go yet, I just can’t.

Why do so many people get to live so easily,
and other people like me, have to fight everyday just to stay breathing.

I feel my body giving up on me, I am fighting for my life,
I can’t go yet though, this isn’t the end.

I just can’t go yet, I just can’t

Then my eyes close, for good, and I know that it is my time, but all I think of is all the things I didn’t do, I couldn’t do, and wouldn’t do.

For a split second I’m glad it’s over. I’m finally being released from this jail cell called life. I still don’t think I should have to go yet though.

I can’t go yet, but, I guess I just did.