"i suck at spelling so forgive errors."

he walks by slowly in a run down state
his eyes glazed over from blackend fate
his bones are brittle and his face is worn
the not in his chest is frayed and torn
his hair is thin and skin is pale
a freak of sorts and breath is stail
he fights to live but weak at that

but if he fails who would care
because no one talks only stares
it was harder on me then it was on him
because if he failed i lost a friend
his fight was his he had to try
i couldn't do it i'd only die
he's the strongest person i ever meet
and the strongest person i'll ever know

to my friend mathew he just finished his treatments for
cancer and he is completely clean, god bless you boy.