waiting for him to awake.
everyone's around him,
hands start to shake.
beeping machines indicate the end,
wires connected to the man on the bed.
the doctor says there's no cure.
we said 'please try' but he said he's sure.
I'm sorry, father.
I'm sorry. but this is cancer.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
