I am weak,
for I can barley speak.
I am tired,
for I can be admired.
I am sad,
for everyone has left me.
I am afraid,
for my time is soon.
Whats it going to fell like?
Will it hurt, or not feel a thing?
I dont want to go,
for god has choosen me to flow.
I am in no more pain,
for my soul has left again.
I am sorry for not always being there,
or over here.
I am done, resting in peace.