#stage4
have you ever
had cancer?
in your brain?
did it hurt?
did you cry?
i would actually
like to know.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
The worst kind of death
is the kind that eats away.
Year by year.
The kind of death
that saps strength
'til there's none left.
The kind of death that can't be cured; only treated.
By injecting radioactive chemicals
into her bloodstream.
The kind of death that she tells me,
"feels like I've been hit by a truck,"
every morning when she wakes up.
The kind of death that steals
her future and mine,
and causes even the hardest of heart to cry.
The kind of death that comes with a genetic mutation,
a survival rate of 10-15%,
and 4 years left to live.
The worst kind of death
is the kind of death that is killing my mom.
And eventually, will **** me.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
the rain
I used to love the rain
we would lie upon the bed
listen to the rain
close so close
no words
hands touching hands
I used to love the rain
I lay alone listening
the tears they fall
flow from the sky
just before the light
mourning time
has come
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC