Did we do something wrong?

We were messed up. And we knew it.
The yelling, the screaming, I'm pretty sure we blew it.
They say sometimes this stuff happens, so God can change people.
But why'd it have to happen to me?
Will this story have a sequel?
The worst Christmas of my life,
When I felt like I'd done something wrong.
They said that one terrible word,
And all my hope was gone.
Fear washed over me like raindrops on a roof,
But it flooded me way passed the brim and left the damage as proof.
"cancer" was the one thing a young girl never wanted to hear,
But with "daddy" in the same sentence,
That was too much to bear.
I started thinking of the future, although I didn't want to
When will the surgery happen? How soon?
"I think we can beat this." doesn't help at all.
Feeling totally helpless, resisting the urge to fall.
Not telling anyone, for the fear of your own acceptance.
Admitting it could hurt him, feeling that emense emptiness.
The hardest time of my fourteen years is engraved in my mind forever.
Because chemo doesn't just take away your hair,
It often takes your despair to a new level
Seeing someone I love that much in that amount of pain,
Compares to nothing else on earth
Really, who's to blame?
What did I do wrong? Do I really deserve this?
What crime could I have commited to be signed up for all this mess?
Watching these people, without the slightest problem in their life,
Oh you broke a nail? Really?
There are people about to die!
The bullets we all take, in this short amount of time,
The battle scars that remind us of what we were forced to leave behind.
There are things much worse than death in this place we are so afraid  
to leave.
Always out to prove a point, the devil had tricks up his sleeve.
I finally got a chance to breathe, when they told us it was gone.
Should we hurry and change our ways?
But, DID we do something wrong?