I can write poems and songs about Victory

But what does she look like?

My life is filled with bad habits

                I don’t have the energy to break

I’m sorry I had to lie to you

                   Every time I said “I’m fine”

I don’t release the pain with tears

                                  I release it with words

             Words are much prettier

Too much cancer
Too much death
Too much sickness
I need a breath

Too much torment
Too much pain
Too little sunshine
Too much rain

Too many tears
Welling up
Too many people
Yet not enough

Too much heartache
Can’t take a breath
Too much cancer
Too much death