I'm searching for the answer,
As I beat around the bush,
Slowly dying of cancer,
Steering clear of the kush,
Incessant growing cells,
Burdening my body,
A false sense of hell,
Like I think someone shot me,
But that's just it,
It's just a thought,
Just a small bit,
Of all that is not,
Stop and stay put,
Think for a second,
Like really, should,
Any pain be beckoned,
Beyond the brain,
Outside the mental shell,
If so, then your pain,
Is passed to everyone else,
In some form or another,
Useless complaining,
Choose a brighter color,
When your clouds start raining,
Remember pain is subjective,
And can be switched,
Pain is created within perspective,
You whining *****,
My ears are always open,
Especially when you're staring,
Depreciating my own pain by comparing.