A tired autumn world, people rushing by,
One about to smile, the next about to cry.
Hearing the echo of words never told,
While they should be happy they'll one day grow old.
A chance of life most people get,
To be able to hate, and have time to regret.
Living in the moments is required by the few,
And I wish I had the chance to live, just like you.
A virus most people avoid,
By the same creature, I am destroyed.
Eating my flesh and eating my inside,
But I always smiled, I rarely cried.
Medicine taken to push the sickness away,
Going to the doctors every other day.
I can't even pronounce my own deaths name,
But it doesn't matter, it's all the same.
The doctors say I'm lucky if I make to twenty-five,
And that I should be happy just to be alive.
And I am happy for yesterday, I live for today,
Tomorrow I could be dead; and that's okay.
