when

When i leave (which i will) are you gonna miss me? now? then? still? Will you wipe the tears from my eyes and whisper softly, you dont have to die? that this life is all but pain, will you help me learn to live again? When i say thats it im done, will you be the light? my guiding sun? when i punch, scream and kick and let you know im dieing? im sick will you help me through the pain? and help me keep this life? sustain? I never told anyone what the doctors said, your going to die upon this bed. You have five years, at the most, lets hope that soon your soul finds another host...