Its 2014 and I'm 13. Drowning in all the thoughts of death that I try and gather. The pain and heartache i experience beyond explainable. I'm 13 crying myself to sleep because my world is shattering. Little did I know the heartache would relapse.
Its 2018 and I'm now 17. The heartache so familiar. The familiar feeling of my chest feeling tight and heart beating fast. I experience the first anxiety attack in what seems like forever.
Cancer. The word that everyone knows yet everyone hates. The word that can describe so much yet no body realizes that it can happen at any point. It was a week after my birthday you were diagnosed. I was shattered and I didn't know what to do. Everything started to get harder with the tumor being non curable and quality of life turned into quantity of life. It hurt knowing you could leave at any time.
I'm 17 going through what seems like the hardest point of my life. I'm 17 and I have ever experienced this ever before.
