I look at him as a baby and think to myself,
What if he died?
I think to myself every day and every night,
About how I would lie,
And say I'm fine,
But on the inside I know,
That I would want to die myself,
I might bury myself in books or tv shows,
Because I know that I couldn't take the final blow,
That I would just live inside my mind,
And one day finally die.
