My sister hugs me,
But I feel nothing
With her arms wrapped tight.

(It’s like I’m not even there.)

My mother sobs, begs, pleads,
But I feel nothing
At the sight of her tears.

(It’s like I’m not even there.)

My father stands in front of me,
Intimidating, demanding,
But I feel no remorse.

(It’s like I’m not even there.)

I look in the mirror
At my hollow eyes, sunken cheeks,
And I feel no disgust.

(It’s like I’m not even there.)

My friend visits,
A look of pity,
And I feel no loss of dignity.

(It’s like I’m not even there.)

A doctor stares at me,
His diagnosis said,
And I feel numb.

(It’s like I’m not even there.)

I would change it if I could,
But when this first began,
I didn’t feel my mortality.

(It’s like I was never even aware.)

I write them a long letter,
Knowing I’m running out of time,
And I feel like running from this.

(It’s like I’m finally there.)

But time is short,
And chances were wasted,
And I feel the time.

(It’s like I’m not going to be there.)

Time is gone,
And I fall unconscious,
As I feel the squeeze of my mother’s hand.

(It’s like I’m there.)