Cancer Boy

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Cancer Boy

Before I knew life was just another day

Then they told me

I told not a soul

People started to notice

I looked sicker

They’d ask if I was alright

I’d lie and say it was just the bug going round

They’d say call if I needed anything

I’d thank them with a smile feeling loved

Then I’d call, even leave a message

Not one answered their phone

Not one returned my messages

Feeling alone and unimportant

I make it a point to visit them in town

The greeting is cold

Heart Broken

My will to fight, to hold on, is fading

Things get worse

Bed ridden in a dark hospital room

Stubborn, I refuse to tell a soul

In pain the nurse checks on me

She ask why no one is here for me

I stay quiet and ignore the question

Tears escape as I watch the sunset through my window

I try one last time to call a few I cared about

Not one answers

Alone in this cold room, the lights off

The pain grows

The tears begin to flow again

Reality hits

Not one woman I care about

Feels the same

Their lives move on

I can’t blame them

Just disappointed

They say I died in the middle of the night

Surprised and shocked

“friends” gather in black

All asking each other

Did you know

When they figure out no one knew

They asked themselves why I stayed silent

The nurse from the hospital made sure they knew

Asking them

How many of his calls did they ignore

Fail to return

Is it really a surprise

Why should he have to be dying

To have your attention

She walks away in disgust

I died alone

Fitting as I felt alone

-Fin-

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