Surrounded by all temptation,
I beg everyone to let me go.
As every tear drop that falls to the ground,
the more I want to go.
Why should I stay when there's nothing left?
Why should I start to care, when everyone else doesn't care?
I lay my head back, close my eyes and remember the times I was happy.
That was so long ago, that it seems like a whole life has passed by.
I don't know how this all started.
Maybe it happened when I grew older.
I never told anyone how I felt and what I thought.
I kept it all bottled up and made myself hurt.
No one realized how much affection I needed.
They always kept to themselves and never bothered to take the time to understand what I was going though.
Now that I'm lying on my death bed,
everyone starts to care.
As the time progresses on, they'll soon forget about me.
Maybe that's why I'm always writing my thoughts and feelings on poems and letters.
This is my last and only request,
(please take this to heart).
Don't take your life for granted,
cause you'll end up in a position that's not a good place to be.
Cherish every moment, memory; and every passing day that you have.
Cause once they're gone, they're gone and you could never replace them,
no matter how hard you try.
