“Damp Shoulder”

You see,

There’s this strange occurrence, every since my people have left me,
It seems so depressing, why my shoulder ’s damp on me when I’m dressing,
There’s an angel that cries, cause of my pain that’s inside, and he can’t protect me,
You see I’m constantly stressing, ill lucked, plus the vomit is messy,
I can’t see him, But I’m never with out him,
And I need him, When the ones who make me smile say I’m better without them,
I doubt them, with my Cancer I’m constantly cursed, the meds too expensive,
And makes the vomiting worse,
God does it hurt, but I stopped complaining, I’d rather be morbid than selfish,
I stopped praying, cause my angel hears me, and cries more cause he’s helpless,
God, how long I’ve been dieing, I wonder sometimes, if I was gone he’d stop crying,
That can’t be true, but there’s no one to tell me I’m wrong or I’m lying,
That I’m strong up inside, so I stay in denial and love it,
Do not act like I’m odd, I know you’ve faked a smile in public,
I just happen to live in a disguise so ugly, it ruins the lives of who love me,
Brews sickness deep inside me, its bubbling, and makes angels cry up above me…

and for what…