Sitting at my boring desk, it hits me
I have always said I want to die of cancer
Which is always followed by
"That's horrible, I want to die in my sleep"
With the tears on the clock trying too hard not to leave work early, it hits me
Everyone cares about the cancer patient
My family would finally tell me they love me and might even say they're sorry
I might not have a lot of friends come
But the ones who do will bring flowers
My best friend who is always busy
Will finally clear up time for me
I would become the first cancer patient who is dying, but isn't suffering
And then I will die with some foreign warmth
And my grandma will say for the first time
"She was a good woman"
And my dad would say
"She was too good for the only love I could give her"
And my sister would say
"She was great"
After all my years of being
I will eventually,
Finally, be a was
The was that I have wanted to be since I was fourteen
The was I almost became twice
But that would have been my first selfish action
And then I would have been selfish
But with cancer,
I was strong
Was sweet
Was amazing
Was
I just want to be a was in place of the am no one sees me as
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PoetryA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...