Sometimes I think in poems
When I'm happy
When I'm sad
When I'm in love
When I'm angry

Sometimes I think in poems
And everything suddenly makes sense
I think what'd I'd write
Then the emotion is gone
Too bad it never gets written down

Because like a passenger
It shifts in
And out
On my train of thoughts

I think in poems
That are so powerful
That they make me cry
So powerful
That they make me smile
A rueful, angry smile
So powerful
That emotions surge through me
Like waves in the stormy sea

Too bad no one will hear them
Too bad no one will read them
Because once they leave
I don't remember them

You say I'm sorry
You say That's gotta be hard
You say so many things

But you don't understand
You don't understand how hard it is
How hard it is to hear that 6 letter word

Six letters that mean death
Six letters that mean hopless
Six letters that mean fear

C
A
N
C
E
R

It's something you don't know
You think you know
You think you understand
But you don't
Not until it hits you
Hits someone you love
And the world shatters around you

You're hit with a train
You're hit with a ton of bricks
You fall from the edge
Into the depths of darkness
And you cry
And cry
And cry
Until you have no more tears

Then you're numb
You're numb because of the six letter word
The six letter word that means certain death
Death to those who have it
No matter how hard they fight

Cuddling with my kitty
I could feel him rumble
As happy, content purrs escape him
If I could purr
I would

I was satisfied with a little kiss
Kiss him on the forhead
Kiss him on the nose

My kitty was my baby
My kitty was my companion
My kitty was my safety
My kitty was my constant

He loves to cuddle me
Especially when I'm sad
Because somehow
He always knows how to make me feel better

I love my kitty
And I'd do anything for him
Because he's my companion
And he'd walk to Hell and back with me

I'm addicted
Addicted to you
Addicted to the feelings
Of the high you gave me

You left me
But I'm still stuck on you
I'm fighting
But I'm addicted
And I hate it

I'm tired
And weak
And missing you
But I'm fighting

What does this mean?
What does it mean to trend?
Do I make an impact?
Do I make a difference?

The empty poems
The ones that mean nothing
Trend

The passionate ones
The ones that mean everything
Trend

Why?
Why do they trend?
What makes them loved?
Do I make a difference?

Why do I inspire you?
Why do I move you?
I don't understand
I really don't understand