The Overwhelming Nature of Anger

When I was diagnosed with cancer
I told God I could manage it so long
as something good came from it.  
That Summer, when I needed you the most,
you weren't there. Instead,
you were busy falling down a deep well  
of suicidal ideation.  
Later, you told me you held on
because putting me through that while I was
laying in a hospital bed near-dying  
wasn't something you could do.  
In some fucked up paradox, the cancer
saved your life. I thought maybe things
would be differentó
But they're not.
It wasn't my gift, but please,
stop throwing it away.
Written by Eerie
Author's Note
There were too many words to say today, to make it 50 out of 50.
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