KairiLy

You have been called "ugly." You have been called "weak." You have been called a "failure." You have been called all of these things. But at least you're not dead yet. You've still got your life ahead of you. You've still got all these years to cherish. You've still got a lot to live for. You might be on life support... ...but you're not dead yet. All these years you spent in isolation. All these years you hide away somewhere dark. All this time you think about the odds. But even while that appears to be the case, You're not dead yet. You have cancer in your whole body. You have mesothelioma and bronchitis. You have six days left to live.

I want to be alone But once I am I can't stand The solitude I want everything to be quiet But once it is I can't stand The silence I want to live my life But once I start I just feel like dying I want to be happy But once I am I always become sad I want to laugh But when I do I feel like crying I want to be loved But once I am I feel nothing but hate I want to forget the past But once I do I feel ashamed I want to be strong But once I am I always become weak I don't know What's wrong I don't know why I feel this way Just please understand I'm confused.