Three months ago,
I can still remember,
Sitting in the hospital, with their voices outside in the hall.
They thought I couldn't hear them,
But I could hear them perfectly clear;
'She's got barely any time left at all.'
For several days, they tried to keep it from me,
The fact that my time is up.
However, it didn't last long,
Before they just gave up.
As days passed by, I still can remember,
The fear that stuck in my mind.
I'd look down at my hands, and start to tremble,
And think about my little time.
What is my life worth,
When I'm only destined to die?
That's the only thing I thought about,
For I could not get it off my mind,
The fate I was strung to with a tie.
As I got weaker, and rather paler,
I kept thinking about my life.
The burden I have is a strong one to carry,
But I decided, it's alright.
When my life's string is cut short,
I don't want people to cry.
I want them to smile, and continue with life,
Remembering all of our good times.
I don't want it to rain at a funeral,
Nor do I want a grave,
I want the ones I care about to be happy,
And continue on with life all the same.
All this really is is a poem about my AML.
The poem itself is completely true, since the doctor told me I had limited time left. However, I'll be getting a treatment for it in about three weeks, and if that goes well, I'll get better.
As I had gone through these last three months, I realized that I wanted to make the people I care about happy before I was gone, for they deserved to be happy. And that is why, if this Leukemia does make me go, I want them to continue to be truly happy, and find a way for that to happen.
I can still remember,
Sitting in the hospital, with their voices outside in the hall.
They thought I couldn't hear them,
But I could hear them perfectly clear;
'She's got barely any time left at all.'
For several days, they tried to keep it from me,
The fact that my time is up.
However, it didn't last long,
Before they just gave up.
As days passed by, I still can remember,
The fear that stuck in my mind.
I'd look down at my hands, and start to tremble,
And think about my little time.
What is my life worth,
When I'm only destined to die?
That's the only thing I thought about,
For I could not get it off my mind,
The fate I was strung to with a tie.
As I got weaker, and rather paler,
I kept thinking about my life.
The burden I have is a strong one to carry,
But I decided, it's alright.
When my life's string is cut short,
I don't want people to cry.
I want them to smile, and continue with life,
Remembering all of our good times.
I don't want it to rain at a funeral,
Nor do I want a grave,
I want the ones I care about to be happy,
And continue on with life all the same.
All this really is is a poem about my AML.
The poem itself is completely true, since the doctor told me I had limited time left. However, I'll be getting a treatment for it in about three weeks, and if that goes well, I'll get better.
As I had gone through these last three months, I realized that I wanted to make the people I care about happy before I was gone, for they deserved to be happy. And that is why, if this Leukemia does make me go, I want them to continue to be truly happy, and find a way for that to happen.
