You say i'll make it
You said i'm okay
Even though i'm going to die
My brain will fry
While i beg for more time
They say they can save me
They say there is treatment
The radiation courses through my body
While tears fill my eyes
The pain will never end
Unless i die
You squeeze my hand
And ask if i'm okay
I put on a smile
And i wipe my tears away
I wait as my body decays
For the day when i'll say
It's my time to go away
But for now i'll stay
And watch this world slowly fade away.
Rose, This poem touches my heart and my memory of my eldest sister, who had gone through what you wrote here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is so beautiful... it define us and make us who we are. How we face death tells others how we lived life.