My life is like a clock, tick tock tick.
My depression overpowers my fear.
The illness spreads to my lungs.
It’s harder to breath, tick tock tick.
Every corner I turn the doctors stare.
Looks can deceive you, the nice doctor in the pretty white coat as well.
They look at you in the eye and say nothing’s wrong.
But later when you look behind the doctors’ door your mom is crying and tears drip down your fathers face.
The truth is your dead, tick tock tick.
You’ve been dead since you were born.
The days pass by and you have an hour to live.
Your mother can’t look you in the eye and say im sorry for the lies.
Your dad tells you its ok.
I told you looks are deceiving.
Fear is just an emotion you tear it from your heart
Lifes just started but oh well
tick tock tick
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