They wont tell me,

But their wet eyes say it all.

Their little daughter is going weak,

And very soon she will fall.



I try to look happy,

And innocent about whats true.

But I cry inside all the while,

I’m dying inside too.



How do I ever show them,

The pain that lives inside,

The pain I have been hiding,

One that tells me I’m dying.



This family,this world,

I’m going to have to leave,

I’m still only ten,

It hurts to believe.



Just yesterday was I happy,

Just yesterday it was true.

And though I still look smiling,

I flinch inside, too.



I always used to think,

These years were boring and sad.

Actually, I never could have imagined,

These were the only ones I had.



I’m being treated for cancer,

They say I cant be well again,

I heard when they thaught I was sleeping,

But I was weeping wide awake.



I hear them tell my mom,

“Poor child, she is really ill,

her cancer being last staged,

her chances are nil. “



They give me types of medicine,

And doses of therapy.

And all I want to tell them is,

That I really don’t want to die already.