When I nearly died, I thought why did I have to live,
I look at myself in a wheel chair, now what do I now have to give,
God gave me this illness, but I'll never know why,
When everybody in bed, I use stay up and cry,
My mum said I would ok because I was so strong,
But I didn't want to tell her that this time she was wrong,
When I was with others I acted like everything was alright,
But when I was alone I couldn't even get thought the night,
Not being able to walk, not being to talk, and not being able to scream
Why did this have so happen to me, I was only 17?
Living in a hospital that was a nightmare,
I couldn't stand it much longer, people just stand and stare,
I use to love it when my mum use to come to see me,
She use to take me out, it felt like she'd freed me,
That was along time ago when I was going through some dark days,
Even now I wish I could forget in one big haze,
This is now and I don't want to go back to then,
I'm up and about, my legs working again.
