Stingrays and happy days,
To x-rays and harmful ways.
If they come back with the c word,
I'll scream but I'll never be heard.
I'll hold myself together and then finally start to cry,
And then I'll begin to realize why.
I truly do fear what will happen when I die,
Even if this will seem like a lie.
But by the fae am I in pain,
And this time it isn't for anyone's gain.
My body and my mind weak,
The world around me slowly becoming bleak.
I just want someone to grab me by my hand,
And help me land in Neverland.
The fae can no longer stay away,
Watching me as I sway.
Will I fall? Will I fly?
You can never tell once you're up high.
