You think
Why me?
Why me?
It’s my fault
I cried
I prayed
Life end
In sight, in sight
I have never felt so alone
This pain
The guilt
The time bomb ticking
Fight but for how long?
How long?
How long?
Disfigured, ugly
Woman removed
Isolated
Sick
Life goes on
But in my head I am dying
Cells multiplying
Out of control
No control
Lymph moving
And destroying
And in my head I am dying
The spirit of death
Visits often
In my sleep
Can’t sleep
Can’t sleep
The silent destroyer
Will return again
And I’ll be gone.
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