Even if the death is on the line
I never felt death in my infant life
Being just a month old my mom hold me
Not for too long like others love
As a child I am jealous in some family I see
Because I don't know if they care for me
I struggle with my own sense
Finding my own reason to be here
I accomplished most things others only wish to be
But I still felt this pressure
If I give up where am i, would everyone treat me the same?
I was born having a bit of life
Because my death is...