They told me that it was curable.
(But that's not what's happening)
(Lies. They lied to me).
They told me I'd be okay --
(But I won't be.)
I feel it in my bones.
I'm hurting all over --
My arms
My legs
My chest
My head, that's about to explode--
But I don't feel the pain.
It's happening inside me --
And I can't stop it.
No one can stop it.
Nothing's working
Nothing
is
working --
And they told me that it would.
I'm trapped in a room --
I can't get out of my bed.
They won't let me leave.
And don't tell me that they might let me --
I've tried to get out.
I've tried to leave.
But I'm stuck here because of fate.
Is this really what the stars have in store for me?
Was this always the plan?
Was I always supposed to die this way?
Alone, with no one around me?
Am I supposed to resign to the silent death that awaits me?
I'm not ready to go --
I can't give up yet.
Even though they tell me that its no use
I must keep fighting.
Because no matter what --
We can change our stars...
Can't we?
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Life's Last Flame
PoetryI'm not ready to go -- I can't give up yet. Even though they tell me that its no use I must keep fighting.+ Because no matter what -- We can change our stars... Can't we?