Dying

Day in and day out, he gets weaker. His cancer eating him away inside, slowly killing us as we watch in silence. His eyes cry out to us only to be muffled by his lame jokes that always makes us chuckle. Doctors aren't doing what they can, they just laugh at our misery and claim he's not ill. My daddy by my side, that's all I need. For you to take his life is not fair to me. All a daughter needs, is her fathers love and support. He can't do that six feet under the ground you know. His place is here with me, the duo, so much alike, you wouldn't tell the difference. We're like two peas in a pod and it'd be wrong to seperate us, so take your cancer and shove it up your tar ass!