Dear those who have been given that message,
From a doctor or from your lover who was told by a nurse.
I am so sorry that you have to end.
I am envious though, that you have a time frame;
I am scared of living and not knowing when I will die.
Will they find a lump in my lung,
Or me as the lump on the side of the road?
I fear not knowing that this breath, or the next is my last,
And though I am jealous that you know this,
I am so **** sorry that you do.