Glioblastoma

If I could hug my dad just on last time
Go back to his last days when I was nine
Go back to when he'd say "Everything's fine"
Not a care in the world, 'cept for him dyin'

Be a boy again, before all this sh*t
Before I messed up and my mom's last fit
Before falling down and once again bit
Before the all off the stress and all the hits

I'm so tired of trying and failing
I'm falling without sign of a railing
To guide me as I fall, limp and flailing
I'm so tired of the lies sent sailing

So tired of the bullsh*t flying back and forth
Getting us all worked up, and what the hell for


More later.