I used to think stars could be bottled up in jars
Since I was afraid of the dark
That clouds could be pillows that won't mind that I cry alot
That the Sun followed me where I went

I used to wish for fairies to grant my wish
To fly
To see my mom
To be with her

I used to get sick alot
See the doctor every month
Needles here, there, everywhere

I used to think about death
Would it come for me now or later?

I used to practice my goodbye speech at night
What Id say to mom and dad

What would I ?