The rotting of my mind is never ending
Caused by the surroundings of me being
I'm suffocating! Dying inside!
From a disease that is more external than in
It is slow yet inevitable
The way cancer cripples the body
There is no cure but maybe and escape
An escape that can never be found
For it is hidden by the hate that surrounds me and my being
So i will die trying to survive
Because those that are killing me care not that they are
Please tell me what you think
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Amazing poem. So sad. I can feel your emotion throughout it. Is this because of how they found the cancer again? I think "my being" would sound better. I think you mean "more external that I" and "there is no cure, but maybe an escape" The background woman reminds me of Kara.
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