The Illness

I don't know what to say

To make you smile;

Your eyes turned toward the grave,

And they've been there awhile.

You don't know how to laugh;

You don't know how to grin.

Your illness tells you to die,

And you just might give in.

I don't know what to say;

It just seems so wrong.

I could beg you to stay,

But you're already gone.

I knew who you were,

But somehow you've changed;

I must learn to love you

In a new way.