I used to be a god to this world, those who knew me, knew me well. At the time I had it all, if you could've been where I was, you'd want to be me too. But that all got ripped away from me faster than I earned it. Cancer to everything, my hair, my muscle, my life. Now I came through, went through hell and beat it, but here I am almost a year later, and not myself anymore. I lost everything, and everyone. If you knew me before, I promise you don't know me now. this isn't a poem this time, but something I needed to get out without those who know me knowing.
thank you
©danielhook
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