The Nightmare That Came True...

You woke up one morning,
and you had a phone call,
it was my sister that told you something bad had happened to me,
that i was in the hospital.

You walked into the room,
and saw everyone crying,
you whispered in my ear, "What happened?"
and i told you i was dying.

In shock you stood still,
then you started to panic and you started to cry,
screaming that it was a mistake,
saying that all this was a lie.

2 years have passed since i was diagnosed,
inside i had this weird feeling,
so i went to the doctors for a check-up,
and they said that i stopped responding.

They told me that i had about 2 more weeks,
before my life will reach its end,
i held on as long as i could,
tried to make more time for us to spend.

My 2 weeks were up,
and now i am scared of death,
of that last moment,
where i take my last and final breath.

So i sat in my hospital bed,
thinking about each memory,
of each one that made me cry and laugh,
and those memories of you and me.

You sat next to my bed,
and held my hand tight,
i didn't want you to leave me,
i didn't want you out of my sight.

You looked up at the machine,
and my heart started beating slower and slower,
at this point it got harder to breathe,
then i started to breathe even shorter.

You knew now that i was dying,
and i saw the tears just running down your face,
god i wish that this wasn't happening,
i didn't want to leave this place.

Then i started to tell you,
of what i held deep inside,
it all has to come out,
no more will it hide.

I love you so much,
more than anyone ever could,
i'm glad that i was that lucky friend you called the best,
and you mean to me more than anyone ever would.

With one last breath,
i told you that i love you,
and that i never wanted,
the nightmare to come true...