Cancer

You mock freedom night and day.

You, sickness, traps souls and dreams.

Dreaming loosens the belt.

Fighting weakens the body.

Reality lets you win.

You dampen winter warmth.

You drown summer spirits.

You overrule. 

You order around. 

You take charge.

You attack.

Who are you kidding, fool?

You don't do anyone proud.

You don't make anyone smile.

You, yourself have a sick mind.

You, yourself have no guilt, no emotion.

You drink with death and dance with sorrow.

You're cold hearted.

You take and don't give back.

You're selfish.

You attack the innocent.

You're cowardly.

You thrive off tears.

You thrive off mourning.

You thrive off broken hopes.

You thrive off desperation.

You're a king without a castle.

You're a jewel without a crown.

You're a hated disease without a heart.

I hate you cancer,

Yours sincerely, Miss Tatiana Rose Mayers.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.