Hope held together weldin,see her self differently....
no feelin sickly,needles prickly,not growin malignantly....
she feels better and high in tha sky,like aviation....
utter amaciation,shows dedication,healed wit radiation....
hair growth surgery may have reconstructive purposes....
tha feel of worthlessness,lifes better than large purchases....
strivin to find her inner beauty,always was a winner usualy....
now and then,she says tha men,there always usin me.....
confusin me with helpless little bitches,kemo effects are vicious....
so many lists of wishes,feastin on fine dishes,wine kisses....
kids christmas,and hopefully graduation,sorry i had you waitin....
teasin my mind with lyrical masterbation,im glad your ass is paitient....
many other things i wanna see before i die,kids grow up in view of eyes....
this girl is sick, but never spewed despise,confused and high....
her medication leaves a used diguise,expressions glued to eyes....
her life has changed,shes consumed in stress,weights press her chest....
tha feelin cause her sickness to agress,and not repress....
her brain digested,now brain dead i guess,her feelins are left....
they know to pull tha plug,so she doesnt suffer,no gettin tougher...
cancer travels upwards,from her basement to her cupboards....
turn off tha support so she can go in peace,atleast when she deceased....
her disease will just retreat,shell defeat and then shell be complete.
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