I’m struck with the grief of leaving you
Or was it you leaving me?
In my head only one thing seems to matter-
Joining in your absence
Leaving behind a worse wake.
I’ve touched more lives than you
I’ve known more people than you-
Well, live people at least.
To leave would mean a million more
Grieving like I am
To leave would mean that all this treatment
All this treatment didn’t work.
10 months of wasted money
Help a young child find themself
4 years of living hell
My body on fire where no-one can see
Left to succumb to the greatest urge
Left to ponder my decisions
Left to weigh the options
On my mind
Never leaves me hanging.