Cancer.

I'm tired.
Depressed.
Reckless.

But I only worry about you.

My life is slipping away.
Everyday, it's going by faster.

But I only worry about you.

I quit eating the other day.
Food completely stopped sounding good.
Plus I might die anyways.

But I only worry about you.

I'll sit in the hospitol and write in a book.
About my feelings, and the nurses.
The chemo too.

But I only worry about you.

You might wonder why my fear is going to you.
But thats because I don't want you too be hurt.
When I'm gone.
I love you so much.
And I have to die sometime.

But I only worry about you.

It's too late to fix this, they say.
Theres nothing that we can do.
So I'll sit here and count the days.
Until my suffering is through.

But baby, I only worry about you.