Old wounds

So, there is a conference this weekend on cancer strategies. Government, Universities, Cancer Society.

I contacted some officials. Offered to send them the complaint I did when the hospital killed my wife. They accepted and now its going to be read out at the conference.

Had to open files I didn't want to see. But I did, and I will. I'll keep opening them and I'll keep going there. They need to see what they are doing to people. They need to fix it.

It felt like I was ripping open old wounds and bleeding again. There's no one to help ease the pain. Doing this alone once more. I'll keep doing it. Fuck my psyche. Minds pretty messed up already. Whats a few more cracks.

Wish they would help me cope. Guess they can't.


What becomes of the lonely warrior?