Cancer

'Cause I'm Awful Just to See

My skin is chapped and fading away.

All these things; the cards, the flowers, everything; they are idle objects. They mean nothing to me.

I grasp the edges of the hospital gown and gently moan out a noise of disgruntlement.

Everyone always wanted to be hairless; their legs and arms to be as smooth as a baby's. Who would have known that the loss of my hair would destroy me a little more?

Although, I felt almost as of a weight had been lifted off of me; there is no need to look attractive when you're time is nearing.