Why Me?

This is my situation
Upon coming to this world , Doctors have it foreseen my time of death
When my fragile eyes first welcome light and at this very instant
,Mom and Dad were told about the day i would lose breath

I watched tears roll down from mama's cheek
Kept asking myself are those drops of joy?
Or sound of her silence for my clock's losing its tick
I spent my elementary years at home unlike an ordinary boy

Peers my age have lots of time to slack around and waste
Yet, i have none , none other than time to stay awake and pray
For if i ever dare to close my eyes , i would fall into a maze
I am afraid , i would sleep forever, forever not find my way

Unlike others, i see the Angel Of Death quite often
He wishes to bring me home despite me explaining that i am home
I kept begging for more time, and all this years i've been given
Never seem to have enough, towards family and friends i've not known

I would leave anytime soon
There isn't a ticket that could tell my time of departure
Why must it be this year? Why so soon?
Why must it be me? Can you listen to my prayer?