04/24/2022 - 21:27
things are getting scarce again
food
money
happiness
i'm worried my mom will lose her job
and it'll be my turn to work
but i can't
my legs keep me from standing
my intestines keep me from eating
my brain keeps me from breathing
we will be left with nothing
because my body is broken
YOU ARE READING
poems about being disabled
Poetry[trigger warning for body horror, substance use, derealization/depersonalization, and graphic descriptions of disability. please proceed with caution] title says it all. please be respectful of my experience as a disabled teen. love you <3
