Wondering

She lays there dieing
To young to go yet
She thinks of her time
So easily spent
And all of the places
She wishes she'd went
The words that were never said
And the letters she never sent
There's an ache deep inside
A yearning to find
A good way to spend
The remainder of her time
She wishes she'd known sooner
That it hadn't hit so fast
So she could of made
The good parts of her life last
She wonders
Why me
Why was I picked
But this is one answer
We never will get