When I live

 When I live I live life  to the fullest 

Never fearing death but 

Instead pretending it isn’t there

 To begin with

For I was at the cusp of death some many times

Though I did not go to the hospital I was 

Still a deaths murky door, 

Filling my life,

With memories that I’d rather

Not remember 

That haunt me to this day

Memoirs of pain and suffering 

I would rather forget

But I don’t have the luxury 

Of for getting

I am trapped to remember my

Demons!