Why?

As I stare at the sky,
All I want to do is cry.
As I start to blink,
All I can do is think.
As I lay here filled with tears,
All I can here are all of my fears.
As I think of the past,
All I can do is ask,
Why as I slowly die,
Didn’t I bother to say goodbye?

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