I Met a Man Named Luke Emia...

They told me his name was Luke Emia and he was well known.
At first I didn't notice him, but then he made himself seen by leaving little hints.
Once I noticed him, I knew he would be hard to get rid of, with his constant reminders of my imperfections and his powerful abuse. When I went to seek help they told me they would do the best they could but it didn't look good. Terrified I began to question life.
Why do these things happen?
Why is life so hard?
 How much longer will this last?
Finally help arrived.
I started doing things to get him away from me, and slowly they began to work.
They weren't easy, and effected me both physically and mentally. But now he is gone.

He took everything from me and all I can say is, Leukemia is a bitch.

PS Just for the record, I've never had cancer of any kind. Sorry,, I'm a poser.