by ANJALEIGH HART
Staff writer Countdown I was never quite sure How to tell my family That I was slowly dying Because I would rather Ignore it How do you go about Something as tragic as Death, do you sit them Down and explain that You are leaving them And you do not know when Or do you ignore the Inevitable truth until The reaper is standing Before you, with an Outstretched arm, Waiting for you to take And leave forever The world laughed At me, as I stood in My place, like a statue But soon to be a memorial For a girl who was too scared And too scarred to accept Destiny or fate or punishment Whatever the reason How do I tell them that One day I will be here But maybe not the next How do I face the people That have been there by My side, all my life, that I can no longer stay and Forever is coming to an End rather quickly I breathe and count the breaths 1 2 3 4 5 1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 But I never reached ten.
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