Hope-less

Beautiful lies,
The doctors say,
Of me surviving,
'Enough' my heart says,
To the ones that keep saying,
"Don't worry -
Everything's just fine."
When I'm struggling
For life.

I hate it;
This life
So miserable, so sad,
Tell me,
I can die now
And all this pain
Will be over.
There's nothing
I can do
To make myself live
All I can do
Is pray,
That my next birth
I'll be born
In a world
With a cure for cancer.

Thisuri Wanniarachchi
(14 years)
St. Bridget's Convent