Cancer in my mind
Emily was lying in the bath, shivering as the cold water soaks through her body, the letter sitting perfectly where she left it on the table, single tear drops on the page.
"I'm sorry" it says, so perfectly written, very much the opposite of her imperfect mind.
I have - had cancer in my mind
A horrible disease
A perfectly described word that has a horrible meaning
The ghosts in my mind appear at night
to play tricks on me whilst I sleep.
The cancer killed my mind first
Then slowly… ever so slowly rotting and decaying my body.
I'm just waiting for my heart to stop now.
Then I'll be dead.
Fully dead.
Just like I want to be.
My mind is closing in on me and I feel suffocated.
The psychical scars on the outside have no comparison to the emotional scars inside.
I'm dead on the inside but still physically alive
Just an empty shell breathing in and out
in and out
but is that really living?
I wonder how long I have to live like this for,
as the bath fills up with blood.
Hopefully not too much longer
Soon I'll be dead.
Fully dead.
Just like I want to be.
My heart beat slows.
One…
Two…
Three…
I am finally dead.
I had cancer in my mind
A horrible disease.