Excruciating Pain

I'm sick, this is what cancer patients go through! The bonds between souls and bodies, shattered! Hopeless, yet still dreaming for life, crude. Everything you ever dreamed of, tattered. As I hold on to the last few strings of hope A realization occurs, what good have I done? This world owes me nothing, with my pain I must elope. As far as I can, with my pain I must run! I must slip away, before anybody recognizes I'm gone. I don't need anyone in my way, trying to stop me. This weight on my shoulders, so heavy, as heavy as a ton. The decision is made. Don't turn back and eventually you'll be free. Bury the hatchet, it doesn't matter how excruciating the pain. By holding onto past problems, you will go insane.