Not My Time
I am dieing
Can only here crying
As I am thinking
Why me
It’s to early
My youth is just beginning
As I ago about in the world
I am being taken out
Just because someone rammed into me from behind
And drunk at that
Why me
I cry
I am only nineteen
I have done nothing wrong
Was going to collage
Now not even that well be experienced
My dream, my goals
They’re all done
Because my life is going
I am dieing
I feel I am losing it
Now it not but a whisper
I can hardly get the words I love
Now all I can do is lay here and stare
My last thoughts is my time is up
I am done
Why me
Why so young
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