Hate Is A Cancer That

Draw Support From Those You Know And Trust. Don't Leave Your Happiness To Fate.

Mother Can Beat Me All She Wants, But I Haven’t Let Her Take Away My Will To Somehow Survive.

I Had An Attachment Disorder.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

You Can Be A Victim Of Cancer, Or A Survivor Of Cancer. It's A Mindset.