As I lay here in agony
I think of my life
I think of how much I’ve wasted
How many more books I could’ve read
Of the people I wanted to know more
Of the way I’ve acted
I cry as I die
I cry for the lost opportunities
The way I have missed out on life
The way have chicken out of so much
It’s not fair that I chose to live like that
It isn’t fair that I wasn’t shown
Life wasn’t lived by me
Life wasn’t part of me
And now life has rejected me
Soon I will have no part of life
Soon life will forget me and leave
To soon, to soon
For life to be lived