Three kids and a husband who loves her.
But her cancer is slowly breaking their family apart.
He tries to comfort his wife,
soothing her with every kiss they share.
But eventually cancer wins, it always does.
Three kids and a husband who loves her.
The cancer leaves them with nothing but a memory of the woman she once was.

What the hell? Was your object of this whole relationship? To rip out my heart? Shred it to microscopic pieces? Well it worked. I officially am terrified to ever love again. You lied to me, for 12 months, you lived a lie. All for what? The satisfaction of getting into my pants? Congrats. I gave you everything, my love, my body, my virginity. You tell me now "I never loved you, you never made me happy" Well that's just fan-freaking-tastic. I wish that I could of stopped loving you so much. You were the only person in my life that I have ever loved. And you used me. You caused me pain. Physical pain, I have scars on my not-so-perfect body. Mental pain, you got into my head, and made me think that I wasn't worthy enough for your highness. You were the king, you called the shots. And I stood by, and let you run my world. I never felt so alive. I was at the point of breaking, and now that's what I am. Broken. I used to be a strong, independent girl. A girl who never let a boy or anyone tell her what she could or could not do. You changed me, you abused me, not physically, but mentally. You didn't hurt my body, I did that on my own, by tearing away at my skin with a skinny blade from my razor. You hurt my heart, you hurt my self esteem, you hurt my confidence.
But I have overcome you. I am stronger than you. You are a coward, a bully, but you are silenced. I shut you up. Because I realized that I am a strong, independent woman. I have grown, so I thank you for that. You no longer run my world. I make my own decisions. And I don't need a boy like you in my life to make me happy. The scars and pain that you caused is now a reminder that I have overcome you and I will never go back to being a scared insecure little girl.

Who are you to tell me how to feel? Who are you to tell me how to live my life? What makes you the head game maker of my life? No one. Nothing. You can't control me anymore. I'm my own being, and I deserve to be treated like one. Not a pity party. Do I look like a pity party? Hell no! I'm so sick of being judged for the choices that society makes for me. This isn't my life. I'm not in my body, I'm looking in on my own life from a different perspective. I am screaming "LET ME IN" But no one hears me. Why can't I make a difference in my own life? I'll tell you why, I got ****** in. I got manipulated and molded into something that I never dreamed I would become. Wake up! The only person you can rely on in the world is yourself, but I don't know who I am anymore. I want to be the happy little girl I used to be, running around in fields(cliche I know) but I was that girl once. I was pretty, people looked at me, and complimented me. Not because they felt bad, but because they saw a pretty little girl with no secrets. But my secrets have overcome my body, I'm drowning in my lies. And my time is up.