I had never seen him cry before.
I did today.
As my sister and I sat down on the hospital bed the good news was delivered.
With pretty packaging and a bow on the top.
The bad news was delivered as a hammer from a 10 ton truck to an already bleeding heart.
It never happens to you until it does.
And when it does, it hits you like the tsunamis you see on TV.
And all you can do it witness the destruction of your frail heart by the claws of pure pain in the form of bad news.
Whilst learning about it in a dreary science class.
You see the uncontrollable multiplication of cells.
But when it comes to you and shatters your world all you can do is sit there with your heart on the floor.
The once steady beat slowly converting into the slowly rushed thumps of pain and fear.
So as you sit there with your heart on the floor and your mind shutting down.
You remember all the normalities.
And you wonder if they will ever be normal again.
So you sit there, not sure whether to scream, cry or even laugh.
So you do nothing.
Because the cells have started to kill.
And they're taking your life with them.
My dad found out he has cancer today.
So my life just took a turn and I'm terrified.
So I got stoned.
Then when I sobered up, I wrote a poem.
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Fucked up teens poetry
PoetryI go through shit in my life and then turn it into metaphors to help me make sense of it and sometimes I share. I honestly started this when I was in a bad place. I want everyone to know there is hope and it DOES get better. All but the last poem wh...
