In the event of my death
You should know this
When I was young
I used to have this terrifying attacks
Where every time I almost ended up being a ghost
And every time I was consumed with fear
So I would count to ten
And for some weird reason I get a glimmer of hope
And what's on the other side of the light
I still don't know
This has worked every time
But people change and demons do too
My body doesn't get as weak as it used too
It's my soul that is now suffering
I always could deal with my overworked lungs
There was always an injection
There was always a drug
I would always get nebulized
Then I would be fine
It was that simple
But what do I do with this broken heart and this empty soul
I am stuck between wishing to die
Or giving life another chance
Counting to 10 doesn't work anymore
Hope has finally lost its course