The Day I Died
They said that doctors saved lives
That just going to the hospital will make everything alright
They said it's only spots and nothing to bad
But what they didn't know was that it had spread
We found out about one gloomy night
We found her on the floor in her bedroom crying out
She didn't like us to see her this weak
We knew something was wrong but to scared to see
We took her to the doctor
To our surprise the cancer had spread throughout her throat
It would be months before we ever found out
That lung cancer will follow her too
She was strong and put up a good fight
Always joyful but always tired
Never wanting to drink or eat
A feeding tube would do thing
Too tired and weak to function
Forced to put her in a hospital
She stayed for months and couldn't come out
Her house forgotten and rotting out
The day was sunny and sweet
But everything changed when we got a call
Rushing to the hospital to see her again
Watching her take her final breath
I couldn't believe that she actually died
She was happy to go and glad to be free
She was the only one who was supposed to die in that room
She took a part of me that could never be replace
The day I died was in that hospital room
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