Death

She is laying in her bed She sees me walk in the room and smiles It warms my heart and tears it apart at the same time So frail. Ready to break She is not the person she once was I hold her hand and look in her eyes It breaks my heart. I feel like I'm dying inside Seeing her in so much pain makes me cry Knowing I will probably never see her smile or hear her voice kills me I know dying is part of life Why does it have to be so hard