They're tired of pushing my wheelchair around
Or should I say dragging
I'm never put first
Pushing the poor disabled kid would hurt their egos
But when their friends are around,
The wheelchair is a source of pride
False smiles
And feeble suggestions
God forbid that someone's really hurt
God forbid
You AREN'T God
Don't tell me what God wants until you pick up that dusty book
Wisdom and knowledge at you're finger tips
Bible app unopened
I'm not killing myself you're killing me
Poison in my food
Nails in my bed
Leeches in the tub
Hate in your voice
Hate in my life
In my brain
Written on the seat of my wheelchair

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For Those Who Suffer
PoetryNot your happy poetry book. This book is a collection of poetry for those who suffer. Contains mature topics (like assault). NO TRANSLATIONS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. *Irregular updates*