this poem was written awhile ago in a flood of emotion so it may not be very good...
People send their sympathies
but, they don't really understand
no one can give you true empathy
for when you are truly sad.
Support groups and doctors,
pretending that they know,
they do only partially
doing their jobs though.
Hair falling to the ground,
vacuums full of it
I'm not aloud to make a sound
I felt neglected, lost and alone
I know that I'm not.
I keep my feelings Unknown
I felt like I was drowning,
in a sea of medics.
not a smile among them,
all of them frowning.
Raw nerves colliding
a tear or two.
My window is sliding,
My guiltiness grew.
slowly I close it, I can't just leave
My heart and my mind telling me things.
A knock at my door, calling for me.
I open it slowly, my tears are falling
Visiting the hospital, cold and clean
the smell of anti-spectant
makes it cold and mean.
Each night a prayer,
as I cry to sleep.
Life seems unfair, to me at least.
I felt so trapped,
cold and alone
I can't believe I haven't yet snapped
I wrap my arms around myself
and pray again, and again
now I'm not so alone, I'm not with just myself
I feel his arms around me.
as I cry to sleep again
but not for pity, for gratitude, for being with me.
he understands all of my pains
and all my worries
he will wash away all my stains
And as ignorance leaves and understanding takes it's place
The old me dies, replaced with someone new.
Someone with a greater faith, and deeper scars
the girl I once knew is gone.
She is lost, but not forgotten, as she reaches for the stars
I have a new beginning, to make a fresh new start
I've blown it once before.
But I can do better, with this change of heart
I won't let the down again,
I'll try harder for it this time
cause I can keep on going, until I reach the end.
Chloe This is ssssoooo true! my symothy and prayers are with you i send them to you for i know what you are going through i have been battiling for almost a year but wasnt diagnosised until Aug 2012! I am battling it alone with only my 4 small children to come home to! I wish you the best of luck my prayers are truley with you!
miseries do keep people emotionally hurt but this person is inspiring by finding hopes through selfcare and sharing her childhood memories
Cancer is one of the most deadliest diseases, and also one that many people can't understand. I don't know how it feels personally but my dad has cancer. He's been struggling for 6 years now and has dealt with 5 different types of cancer in 6 different places. I know how it feels to want to help and be strong but not know how to. As I'm the oldest child I have to stay strong for my mum and my brothers and sisters. I'm the only one who understands and I'm the one my mum leans on when she needs to. I'm also the one who takes the back lash when things get tough. I know how that feels and I know that cancer can make you feel alone and singled out at the same time. I also know that no matter how alone and guilty and terrible you feel, you just have to keep going. That's what I've learnt from cancer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true actually.....please read My poem the Last day of a man is terrible... I got the same inspiration