I'm not ready to die!
Living with a terminal Illness
By Kara BunkerPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Hide my tears
Conquer my fears
Head up high
I'M NOT READY TO DIE!
See my kids smile
An image I hold for a while.
Cry on my own time.
Smile and pretend to be fine.
Force myself out of my bed.
Force myself out of my head.
I lay at night and wonder if it was my last day.
I have to tell my kids, but I don't know what to say.
I'm all alone
and to heart break I seem to prone.
So much pain, it hurts to cry.
I'M NOT READY TO DIE!
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Kara Bunker
Just a mom who loves to write.
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