At first I could hardly feel it. Just a small grain inside of my body. At first I thought it would help. A symbiotic relationship. At first I thought it was fine. The cancer. Growing deep deep inside of me. And me, thinking it was fine. Thinking it was good. Let it get into my spine. Into my brain. Into my heart. It fooled me. It told me it would go away, but I wanted it to stay. I thought it was good. It thought I couldn't live without it inside of me. So I let it grow. Let it intertwine with my mind and my heart. Then I started to get sick. I started dying. It was killing me. It loved killing me. It was emotionless, empty, heartless, cold. But I let it stay. I thought if I cut it out, I wouldn't be able to live. So I kept it. I let it grow and grow and tell my mind and my heart lies. Then I realized what it was doing. How much it was hurting me. How what would happen if I removed it would be nothing compared to what it was doing to me now. So I took a scalpel, and I carved it out of myself. Out of my brain, out of my heart, out of my body. It hurt. But now there was a hollow space inside me. A space where it used to reside. An emptiness. I could see clearly, but I could feel nothing. It had broken my heart and my mind for far too long. And with my new, clear vision, I looked around. And I saw that cancer inhabiting people that I used to love. People that the cancer stole from me. Growing inside them. Getting into their minds. Their hearts. Am I the only one who can see? Will they be fooled as well? Will they let it kill them?
 WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! · Sun Jun 14, 2009 @ 08:17pm · 0 Comments |
