on the day I died it was
August 19 @ 3:55
I arrived to the hospital
I couldn't open my eyes
the lights were so bright
hooked up to tubes & needles
watching all the people
who came to my side some
of them cried some acted like
they were glad to see me die
I couldn't talk nor could I walk
fed a liquid white substance
through a tube mouths were
moving I couldn't make out a word
closed in some type of covering
tried but couldn't struggle out
some one kissed me they were
smiling I felt warm inside
then I started to cry even though
I knew I had died
it was August 19 @ 3:55
when I came into the world
it was the day my mother took a pen
and she signed my life away