Poetry for the Emotional Teenager

Leaving

Leaving

You've spent a week already of the three weeks you have to live. You're having the time of your life, and you don't even remember what you did yesterday. I don't have control over what you think, or what you do. The news hasn't seeped in just yet.

On your second week that you have to live, you spend all of your time is spent with your friends. Your family. Anyone that's even remotely close to you, you waste all of your precious, little time with them. I can't even tell you how stupid you must be because you don't even realize your stupidity about when this false fantasy is ending.

The third week comes around, and you're starting to realize the deadline, your heart's flatline. But you rudely ignore it. Your gut is giving you a warning and you casually shrug it off! You continue your life, but the true news hasn't made it to your head yet.

But then, there's the day.l

You knew I was coming, and you saw it coming. But yet, you never did stop me. Instead, I was simply ignored.

There is no way to escape Death now.