People are more than willing to talk about death behind its back,
but remain tight lipped when confronted
They are told the diagnosis but won't hear it

I stay silent
The signs are all there, but
Even though it hurts I still stare into the sun because the warmth is dear
I won't believe it. it can't be
I'm afraid of letting go
You don't get it, I'll die too
I'll keep ignoring the signs and find comfort in my own lies
I won't believe it
please, **no.