Cancer-Open

It's funny, how I never noticed the actual meaning of the word until I felt it.
Cancer.
Before, everyone used to be smiles, and hugs, and happiness. Now, it's still smiles, and hugs. But they're all fake. In everybody's eyes, I see one thing. Pity.
Cancer.
It's eating me up from the inside.  I feel it. It's making me drown in on myself, a mine collapsing under it's own termite-eaten structures. And it's fatal. No one can save me. No one.
Cancer.
Not even myself.

The End

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