Teenaged Cancer
Sometimes I feel,
that life is not real.
Sometimes I feel so fake,
like I could use a stake,
to hurt myself but I won't.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
but feel so flappy,
My lips are chappy.
As I turned away i looked in the mirror,
I seen no hair, in the hospital sitting by,
me is my mom.
I started to cry,
Oh how i couldn't try to eat,
I didnt know what was going on,
A doctor comes in and tells me how it was going to happen,
All of a sudden i close my eyes,
and i have seen heaven.
God has still not answered my question,
for there i knew i have got to heaven.
THere sat a gold chair,
with a man sitting in it,
For that man who died for me so i could be free from my teenaged cancer.
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