As I sit there in
the hospital chair,
I glance at her and
whisper to myself
“This is not fair.”
I pray for her
but I know she’ll be taken away,
when she restfully lays.
I cry myself to sleep
because all I can think of is her..
I tell my close friends
but it seems like they don’t care,
I feel so alone because no one seems to understands.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
As I sit there in
the hospital chair,
I glance at her and
whisper to myself
“This is not fair.”
I pray for her
but I know she’ll be taken away,
when she restfully lays.
I cry myself to sleep
because all I can think of is her..
I tell my close friends
but it seems like they don’t care,
I feel so alone because no one seems to understands.
