Two Weeks

She lay on her bed,
thoughts ringing in her head.
She only had two weeks left
before her own end.

Her throat was dry,
as she opened her eyes.
The glaring light was blinding,
as she could hear 2 people crying.

Two weeks to say goodbye,
two weeks before she died.
Looking back at regrets and tears,
two weeks to get over this fear.

It hurt to breathe,
everything was so blurry.
Her life flashed before her,
she always thought it’d last forever.

Her best friend was beside her,
holding back the tears.
As she told her the stories,
that she could barely hear.

One week before darkness,
one week before death.
One week before eternal rest,
one week before she left.

She feels so cold,
as the days unfold.
Lying there, unable to do anything.
And she’s about to lose everything.

Two days left for her,
until she was gone forever.
She felt herself,
slowly letting go.
Words trapped inside her,
looks like he’ll never know.

Her fingers were shaking,
scared of what was happening.
24 hours until it was done,
unable to breathe,
felt like it weighed a ton.

He stood by her bed,
saying words she never said.
Why’d they have to wait,
until it was way too late?