Flipped Out As A Sickness Poem by Emily Livlr

Hello death
Yes I can see you
I know I won't win

I see the way down your path
I don't won't too go
It's too early

Doctors try Medics try
I try
It's not enough

Sickness will only burn in hell
I will wach it
But I only what to want to in 1 million years

Not now
Why me
Why not you

It's will be a mystey
How I go
Not will find my last remains

Oh wait i see a crack in the light
I think that it's something that has not been here for a while
It's Hope

In my last moments I will cry to you and say
I'm sueing God