To Death
By Dominique, age 15, Wisconsin
Overwhelmed with a curse
A feeling I've never felt,
Tightness around the heart
And I'm ice cold everywhere else.
I get hurt every time
I try to get up and get over the sickness,
So much that I just ball up
In the fetal position.
I think when I hurt you
It went to my head,
And the infectious disease
Spread and spread.
My heart is turning purple,
It's draining with hardly any blood left.
I'm missing you to death.