Cancer free
Cancer free
My old best friend is cancer free
He didn't share his cancer with me
The cancer that was in his knee
We passed the hospital at three
And my heart had anxiety
But there was cancer in his knee
And no more room was left for me.

"I don't want to exist sometimes."
Dear God forbid those words reprise
"Be careful who you tell these rhymes."
The therapist looked and checked the time
As if waiting for the clock to chime
Next time I'll come, look in her eyes
Then smile and tell happy lies.

I remember
When my arms were sliced for a summer,
The summer I was sad
When I cried myself to sleep every single night
When I was a child, but felt like a failure
Yet you never knew because I smiled
I never stopped smiling for you to have your precious mirage
When you finally found out about my arms
You didn't help me, you only took my blade away and forgot where you put it
This is my pain not yours
MY PAIN
So don't you ever act like the victim.

I am obsessed with technology.
The noises from other people's lives are just loud enough to drown out my own.
The bright lights give my eyes something better to look at then this eternal mess I've created.
The videos distract me just long enough to survive into the next day instead of becoming another casualty of this world.
The people give me hope that there's something better out there, that if I can hold on a bit longer, something good might happen.
So yes, I am utterly o-b-s-e-s-s-e-d with technology.