When I was younger I thought the world was perfect, mine for the taking.
I thought I’d be forever young, without a care in the world.

When I was younger everything was perfect, seemed perfect.
I did great in school and had friends that I thought would last a life time.
But as I got older,
I realized that the world was just unfair and selfish.

When I was eight I saw my mom cry,
As doctors and nurses rushed me into the hospital,
With more needles than I ever imagine I would need in me.

When I was eight I had to take 5 pills a day to keep me alive.
Pills that I could barely swallow,
Pills that made me feel horrible
Pills that barely worked.

When I was in the hospital bed,
Being fed s***ty food and pills that matched,
I saw my mom cry on my father's shoulder as the doctors said
“She has type two diabetes”

When I was eight
I thought, this is as bad as it can get.
I thought, What more can the world possible do to me?
I thought, I can handle anything that comes my way from now on.
I thought, wrong.

When I was nine and happy that my birthday was only a month away,
I woke up to the desperate screams of my mother,
Calling my dads name.
“Angel wake up! You have to wake up!”
Nothing....

I was only nine when I yelled, screamed and begged for my dad to wake up,
But I got no response.
I was only nine when I learned that your hero’s don't live forever
I was only nine when I experienced what true heartbreak was.