She was only a ten year old
Suffering as the cancer took hold
It started to show when she was nine
At the time she still managed to shine
Even though her eye was now lazy
It never bothered the little lady
Her headaches never went away
As she lost her childhood every passing day
She was only ten years old
She lay there as her body turned cold
A summer spent trapped in a bed
In a body where hell was her own head
I think I killed her with my last words
What I whispered was the last she heard
Before she inhaled deeply and started to go
The rattles began and her pulse started to slow
I whispered "I love you; it's okay if you go"
With her birthday approaching someone had to know