Life can be hard. Especially for me, Lily West, your almost-average 16-year-old girl. Most people think it's weird I'm bald. Others think I'm going to die. Then there's the occasional person who tries to take pity upon me. I'd rather they not, because some say it like I'm a helpless little pagong on its back. Sometimes I wish I die already, and sometimes I wish that I was a completely different person. Yes, it's tough having cancer. I just wish that they would respect me for a person instead of a helpless little bug.
This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
you sinabi you'd always pag-ibig me
a rope of pag-ibig wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
you took my puso and played with it
and now my puso does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish you had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at you
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain you gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
you sinabi you'd always pag-ibig me
a rope of pag-ibig wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
you took my puso and played with it
and now my puso does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish you had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at you
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain you gave me and make a different pain stronger.