This poem had to be about something that changed my life...I couldn't think of anything other than this, even though I don't actually remember it... sweatdrop
Dying
I don’t understand what is going on My family is worried; the doctors don’t know what’s wrong Fatally ill, I fight for my life At age one, I am dying
Despite what they say, they don’t think I’ll survive My parents fear that they won’t bring me out alive Undersized and pale, I fight for my life At age one, I am dying
The blood test is back; the nurse looks grim She has a diagnosis, but my chances are slim Weaker and weaker, I fight for my life At age one, I am dying
“Your daughter is diabetic,” says the nurse, blunt and straight “We can treat her with insulin, but it might be too late.” One more needle, and I fight for my life At age one, I am dying
A machine pumps insulin into my veins I made it through that night, but I was never the same At least I no longer need to fight for my life At age sixteen, I don’t plan on dying
xxForsakenFantasyxx · Mon Jan 21, 2008 @ 12:33am · 3 Comments |