Cancer

I watched my Daddy die of cancer. And laying here today I understand his pain. See, having a past such as mine is like having cancer. It eats you alive, consumes you, tries to take over your body, your mind. It leaves you sick. Literally. Exjausted, nauseous, aching. BUT. Having friends is like chemo. It makes you sick to talk about it. And you never know if it's really truly helping. But you LIVE for the belief that it is. And you'll nevver really be healed. But there are moments of remission; where you're healthy and alive and full of life. Those are the moments I live for.