To Cancer
Dear cancer,
As I write this I cry
I remember thinking that night I would die
But we screamed with tears of joy and filled with pride
We found out you had finally left my life
Not too long after you came back
It felt like I kept being under attack
I wore that cloak of misery on me
My loved ones didn’t know what to say, you see
They felt sorry
I was tired of hearing everybody’s sorry's
Everyone was tired of my emotional stories
The pain of you caused no ease
I was begging the lord on my knees
I couldn’t cry in front of family
Being strong was my strategy
Being strong for them was tearing me apart
But if I wasn’t strong I wasn’t doing my part
They’ve always called me a fighter meantime,
All I did was suck it in and cry on my own time
You were my abuser
Battered, the scars remain
I was tired of being in constant strain
I was crying so hard I couldn’t breathe
I cried and would repeat
My advice to myself: breathe, just breathe
Killing me, you caused my anxiety
I just want when you think of yourself, you remember me
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