Decided to psot this, from the first topic idea thing that i hd posted, Imma try to write with all of them. May not always post them. If someone else posts theirs then you won't have to see my username blobbing up this subforum XD
So I present to you, Two Months.
So I present to you, Two Months.
Two Months
In two months,
I'll be dead.
I never thought
This in my head.
I thought I'd live
To be old with family.
At least graduate,
And be the real me.
I find out I'll die,
There's no hope now.
I cry insanely,
Why Lord? How?
I try to continue
My life as normal.
It's hard to do,
Not going to formal.
I never will move on,
Get married like most.
I have to be careful,
Being death's host.
I receive nothing
But sympathetic looks.
As if anyone knows
What death is from books.
After a month I realize,
My life is almost gone.
Within 4 weeks,
It's so wrong.
I go to church one Sunday,
I sit and pray God why me?
I pray for hours at a time
Sitting on bended knee.
I suddenly realize not why
But I realize what.
What I can do now.
Before my life is cut.
I go out and begin to share
What my life was
And how to make people
See through the fuzz.
I now accept I'll die.
I know this
I don't care
I want the abyss.
I spend my dying days
Praying and sharing.
I talk to God daily,
Showing others Caring.
I know I will die.
In simply a week.
My dying days though
Were at their peak.
I took hold of my life
And I did what I could.
I showed others how
And hoped that they would.
I go to sleep on my final night
I pray for hours.
I tell God thank you
For showing me not to cower.
I took my last days
I was proud.
I took control of my life
And showed the crowd.
As I fell asleep that night
I could have swore to have heard
"My child well done.
This gift you deserve."
I woke up the next morning
Feeling nervous yes happy.
Today was my last day,
Everyone was so sappy.
I went to the doctor once again.
We did the same thing.
He checked me then came back
I almost screamed.
He looked at the result,
And he looked astonished.
He looked up at me,
"Everything has vanished."
I couldn't believe it,
I had another chance at life.
I would live
I would go one with strife.
I will never forget
Everything I said.
I will continue praising him,
Because I'm not dead.
It was two months ago
When they had clearly said,
I wouldn't last long.
I should be dead.
In two months,
I'll be dead.
I never thought
This in my head.
I thought I'd live
To be old with family.
At least graduate,
And be the real me.
I find out I'll die,
There's no hope now.
I cry insanely,
Why Lord? How?
I try to continue
My life as normal.
It's hard to do,
Not going to formal.
I never will move on,
Get married like most.
I have to be careful,
Being death's host.
I receive nothing
But sympathetic looks.
As if anyone knows
What death is from books.
After a month I realize,
My life is almost gone.
Within 4 weeks,
It's so wrong.
I go to church one Sunday,
I sit and pray God why me?
I pray for hours at a time
Sitting on bended knee.
I suddenly realize not why
But I realize what.
What I can do now.
Before my life is cut.
I go out and begin to share
What my life was
And how to make people
See through the fuzz.
I now accept I'll die.
I know this
I don't care
I want the abyss.
I spend my dying days
Praying and sharing.
I talk to God daily,
Showing others Caring.
I know I will die.
In simply a week.
My dying days though
Were at their peak.
I took hold of my life
And I did what I could.
I showed others how
And hoped that they would.
I go to sleep on my final night
I pray for hours.
I tell God thank you
For showing me not to cower.
I took my last days
I was proud.
I took control of my life
And showed the crowd.
As I fell asleep that night
I could have swore to have heard
"My child well done.
This gift you deserve."
I woke up the next morning
Feeling nervous yes happy.
Today was my last day,
Everyone was so sappy.
I went to the doctor once again.
We did the same thing.
He checked me then came back
I almost screamed.
He looked at the result,
And he looked astonished.
He looked up at me,
"Everything has vanished."
I couldn't believe it,
I had another chance at life.
I would live
I would go one with strife.
I will never forget
Everything I said.
I will continue praising him,
Because I'm not dead.
It was two months ago
When they had clearly said,
I wouldn't last long.
I should be dead.
