What would you do if you found out I was sick,
That I only had so long to live?
Would you bring me flowers that you pick?
Would you think you still had love to give?

My bruises are appearing.
The pain comes and goes.
My eyes are tearing.
I can't even feel my toes.

What would you do if I never woke?
Would you be sad?
We never even really spoke,
And you probably knew I was mad.

Please don't be sad.
I'm in a better place.
Here it's not so bad
I don't take up so much space.

Now I'm ecstatic.
No longer scared.
I knew it was genetic.
But let me tell you, I'm glad you cared.

So when you do think of me,
Please don't be sad and cry.
I'm as happy as can be.
I knew, before I died, that you would learn to try.