As the years pass by
I slowly die
Withering away
Like a lonesome leaf
Draining the life out
Tearing away
Strands of hair falling
Leaving my head bare
Only slightly alive
As the kemo comes
I feel pain
Leaving me alone
Tearing me away
Making me fall
Forever and ever
Slowly killing
Making misery worse
I would rather die
Then continue this pain
No happiness
Just thinking
Is this my last day?
When will it come
The sorrows of cancer
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Hidden Inside (A Poem Book) (On Hold)
PoetryIt's all Hidden Inside. Deep within this poem book. Feelings of disparity to happiness. Depression to smiles. The journey within. Through my poems. By, Raya Bhuiyan
