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Nothing Left To Give

Sad, sick, and broken down
I'm just to weak to fight
I pray to God that somehow,
I'll make it through the night.
Everyday it happens,
my hair falls to the ground,
I pick up all the pieces,
and cry without a sound.
The hospital's my home,
my mother stays with me,
she cries all the time,
when she thinks that I can't see.
Unsure of what will happen,
so impatiently I wait,
I tap my foot against the floor,
thinking it's getting late.
The doctor walks into my room,
the room that's drawn of white,
and tells me it will be okay,
I just have to fight.
The cancer is leaving me,
I know that I will live,
but somehow, deep inside,
I feel there's nothing left to give.





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ShytoyaB said...
Sept. 25, 2010 at 5:43 pm
i really like this pem.. its has such deep meaning to it & alot of emotions to... excellent job
 
WhingsOfAnOutcast said...
Sept. 24, 2010 at 9:51 am
I really like this! its well writen and has alot of emotion to it! X3
 
lovelace92 said...
Sept. 24, 2010 at 8:19 am
this is a really good piece. i once had a friend with cancer and im sure this is how she felt.
 
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