This poem is dedicated to X. and the WTFs.
I can't believe you're so bitter!
You're such a fucking quitter!
I wish my life had ended years ago.
Then maybe I wouldn't feel it grow.
My reality has become cankerous,
And it's getting more and more dangerous.
Sometimes I hallucinate,
Realizing later that it wasn't fate.
I won't have a proper sending.
So much for my happy ending!
The colorless physicians are what I really dread.
Every time I have to see them I wish I were dead.
Doesn't matter what I wish,
Cause I can't even distinguish.
My skulls going to explode,
I can actually feel the poisonous node.
I tear apart my juvenile room,
While I tread into the gloom.
I can't feel my body any longer,
As I blackout instead of feeling stronger.
The stairway to eternity
I climb with a dakru uncertainty.
The closer to the end I get,
The more I feel that I regret.
I can't bare the pressure,
I just want to feel pleasure.
Twelve hours of vomiting, straight,
I feel it's only going to cumulate.
I suffer more pain, as I stare,
At the x-rays of the thing I can't bare.
The blackness is taking over.
Expanding out like a four leaf clover.
I'm absolutely sure that in a few,
I won't get to meet all those people I never knew.
In the next four years my life will be just a rumor.
All because of this sordid, toxic, infestation called a Brain Tumor.