lying in my hospital bed
finally through with chemo therapy
thoughts swirling 'round my head
throwing up whatever i eat
my life is such a mess
family doesn't visit
the treatment's worse than the illness
so why do i go through with it
my hair's falling out
i'm so thin and frail
God, what's this about
why did you put me here
doctor, please call my best friend
tell her to burn my body
and bury it in the garden
where we used to play
running out of time
'til i die
doctor, please tell my best friend
that i said goodbye
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it's still good either way
and i'm sorry if you're actually going through with this
just remember, if there's a reason for living
it's the possibility of true happiness
those moments in which you feel truly alive
like nothing could bring you down
and all is as it should be
heart Shaya