( Kittalin's POV pronounces kit like in kitty and add the a-Lin )
I was weak in the bed.
like an ancient person about to tip the bucket known as life.
i was like them sort of when i was just getting the way i am i read almost every minute soaking in the knowledge of life.
but in almost every way I'm not like a old person.
I'm 17 struggling to reach my 18th birthday to see all my family yet again in my room crowded around the small twin sized bed with white sheets, white pillows, white covers, White blankets, and white little young me.
I'm not racist or any thing don't get me wrong but I'm as pale as a ghost....might as well be one.
i think the world or the goddess are playing with my life stretching it out to see how far i can go till i snap in half.
oh the irony 2 years ago i was taking care of Madlin the sick girl in room 201 and when i did not go in there one day i fell ill.
a unnatural heart
my heart that's why I'm dying
all because a sad broken heart
no I'm not heart broken because of a guy
only becuase my heart had a hole that was caught to late.
now I'm here dying a death to young.
Sometimes its hard
to understand why
Someone so young
should have to die
No reasons are given
It just happens that way
There's nothing we can do
Nothing we can say
Our time here on Earth
We will transcend
Here is not forever
And life doesn't end
There is a place
Through an 'open' door
It will be familiar
For we've been there before
So don't dwell on death
For its not the end
Spirit is eternal
by janice walkden
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