• As i lay there on my death bed i start to think.

    Did i do enoughf?

    Will i be remembered?

    Not all the money in the world could save me,for i was dieing.

    I didnt want to die.

    I was to young.

    To die at the age of 13 was far to young.

    It wasnt possable.

    But it was and it was happening to me.

    I dreamed of dieing before and how i would go.

    But i never dreamed of something like this.

    Dieing from being sick for too long.

    I knew i was never very helthy but i didnt know it was that bad.

    Untill know.

    I always wanted to die painlesly,die in my sleep and feel no pain.

    But i imagined i would be like 80 or something.

    Laying beside my husband dreaming of my children.

    But now all my hopes and dreams are sliping away from me.

    I never prayed befor ebut for the past week i have been.

    I started to wonder would i go to heven or hell?

    But im more worried about my family.

    They cry at my badside.

    They pray for me to get better only for me to get worse.

    I tell them that im alright.

    But they dont believe me.

    And i tell myself that i am going somewhere better but still.......

    That doesnt help my pain.

    I started out in a hospital bed,wonder if i was going to be alright.

    But it became to mutch for me,and when they confermed my intemit death.....

    I was sent home.

    In my dreams i normally see the cold sight of death reaching out towards me.

    And every time i trie to move my whole bodie ackes and i feel like im being

    beat with a hammer.

    But i do not have to worrie mutch more for in a few days my bodie will be

    under ground decaying from the inside out.