"I'm dying"
Everyone is dying, it's true.
No one is the exception.
Unhappy, you say?
Squander the final hours, days
Until your certain demise.
"I'm weak"
Yes, perhaps.
Bold of you to admit, but foolish of you to forget,
Your days are numbered.
"I'm unloved"
Impossible.
Everyone is loved by someone.
Even a dog couldn't resist.
"I hurt"
That you feel anything at all is life.
But don't forget, your days are numbered.