You poor, sorrowful waterlily.

I can hear your mournful lullabies.

A cold welcome to those who come to close, as if a shard of ice has made it's way into their heart.

With tearful eyes, you lock yourself away.

A broken pocket watch can only sit with it's broken tick as you throw your life away.

No alarms are set to wake you from this terrible nightmare.

With emotions as clouded as a rainy day, you drown yourself in your thoughts.

A puddle of tears becomes an ocean that drowns out the beauty of the world.

Only an angel can save you from yourself.

You're told no one on this Earth has done you harm, until you look in the mirror.

What you see before you is the root of your eternal struggle.

Only you can teach yourself to swim.

Please Cancer, accept this fact.