I Hate You

I hate you, I really do. You cause heartache where it's not needed and pain when things in life are going well. No one asked for you to come around and reek havoc on our lives. I mean, yeah, sometimes we need assurance that God will provide for us, but we didn't want this type of pain. That type of hopelessness. That type of sadness.

I hate how you treat the people who deserve the best so harshly. They've cared so much for everyone, but you come and show them that good people don't get good things. They get unhappiness. They get money issues. They get the last thing they expected.

I hate how you look. You cause people to turn into someone they're not. They're almost unrecognizable if you don't look closely enough. When people are at the high point of their lives, you cause them to come tumbling down.

You're not fun and you're not nice. You make me angry and cause me to question my Heavenly Father. I wish I could grab you and scream in your face and ask why you have to be so harsh, so uncaring, so rude. You take things that are beautiful and make them weak. But then again, after you've left, people become strong because of you. You put them through trials and make them stronger. They might think they were tough and able to do anything before you came, but they are much more capable after you left.

When will you finally go away? When will important people find the one thing to make you disappear? When will some never have to fear your return? Just the thought of you coming back and staying put for an indefinite amount of time scares some people to tears. It does me.

I guess you can't be all bad. but I don't know. All I know for sure is that I hate you, cancer.