My Therapy (continued from my cancer)

Painful needles
Sticking in me
Make the pain stop
That is my plee

One in my left arm
One in my right
Felling very alone
Unlike any other time

Doctors, nurses, stand around
Watching to see
Is there a reaction yet
What will happen to me

It's oh so very painful
Please make it stop
I can't go through with this
Maybe when it's done
School I'll get to miss

So very sick
No food for me
I simply
Just can't eat

Sleep is for me
Especially now
So tired
Can barely see

The poem you have been reading
It is my story
Of my therapy.

~Brittany~