Sometimes
part of you
has to
die
for you to
continue
living.

Sometimes
what
used to be
the best
part of you
turns to
cancer.

Sometimes
the cancer spreads
to your mind
to your heart
to your soul
this is called
DEPRESSION.

Sometimes
half of you
wants to die
and half of you
feels numb
and all of you
feels like hell.

Sometimes
your eyes become
prison windows
and you see
no one there
but remember
i'm still here.

Sometimes
words are enough
to **** the cancer
but when they’re not
it’s okay to cry
it’s okay to scream
just let it out.

Remember
after the darkest nights
the sun still rises
after the most destructive storms
calm and tranquillity still comes
and you will
still be standing.