Stigma


nobody comes to knock on my door
it must be a year (perhaps even more)
this home is a bore, and what's it all for
when no one will come to knock on my door

I'm begging - please try to come to my door
I'm asking for company, nothing more
daily life is a chore, and what's it all for
if you won't even try to come to my door

it's cancer, you know, it's nothing contagious -
(it's an illness that ravages my body in stages)
I look different than you, but i have feelings too...
this monster, it chose me - it will not escape me
it pillages my body and continuously rapes me
but I can promise it will not leave here with you.

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