They say life flashes before your eyes
If you are about to die .
but why do i sit here ?
My life flashed before me and i felt the scars again.

The pain of seeing my mother's beautiful
Lifeless face .
She was at peace with the world
as she lay in a coffin .

The tearing of my heart as i kissed my comatose grandmother
for the last time,
before we pulled the plug .

Drugs were my band-aid then .
They comforted me in bliss,
And i forgot my problems
For as long as the high lasted .

Now i can't use those band-aids
For i have been to rehab and now i need answers .
Answers as to why i am a standing and other people die .