I want to talk to YOU, she says.

I don't know if I exist.

My wish lies in a graveyard,

My will is discontent.

My thoughts are blades that cut my mind,

I bleed until I die.

Sometimes cancer kills you,

At other times, it's war.

Sometimes years, they eat away,

And your suffering is sure.

This cancer in my mind is spreading,

Wars are fought within my soul.

My being lives in dog years,

Death bound to win control.

I try to race your spirit,

For you, I try to survive.

My inner core is withering,

And just like you, I'm dying.

Just like you, I'm dying.