I have a disease.
I always cough and wheeze.
They kept me alone so it would not spread.
This disease is terminal and I know I will be dead.
Why can't I just leave this condition?
So sick I don't listen to my intuition.
In bed is how I spend my last days.
Can't even go outside to feel the sun's rays.
It's not right to live this way.
I don't even know what to say.
Everyday it's harder to take in air.
So alone I wonder if someone out there will care.
As time passes, I get more pale.
How long until my heart will fail?
I gain nothing but I become more weak.
I wonder if I'll get a whole look at Heaven or just a peek.
I'm trapped in these four walls.
There is no need for desperate calls.
Now I can't play basketball.
Slowly and slowly my pulse will fall.
I know it's almost time to die.
I know it's almost time to say bye.
I felt my heart beat soften.
I watched myself in the coffin.
