Cancer really is no joke,
But at least most have one friend to keep them afloat.
The friends I thought would always stay true,
Didn't hesitate to ditch me the second they knew.
The only person that stayed by my side,
Stuck around a few more years before he even said goodbye.
And now as I lay here in my room alone, the only friend I have to talk to is my stupid phone.
Everyone promises me forever, but forever is a joke to me, forever equals never.
No one wants to be my friend and when I'm sad I have no one to talk,
But how can I blame them when I can't even walk?
No one wants to be seen with a cripple, that's all people see me as now, it's like I'm invisible. And then they say "oh but look you're doing so much better!"
Why? Just because I can breathe on my own and sit up to put on a sweater?
"Well at least you're not in a coma any more!"
Sure but if I fall off my wheelchair who will close the door?
Who will help me up?
And back on to my chair?
I still need someone to hand me my own underwear!!
I used to be so positive and happy!!
Now look at me, I'm depressed and crabby.
How do you expect me not to want to die,
When I cant even live a full happy life!?
You can tell me what I can and cant do,
when you've walked a mile or more in my shoes.
YOU ARE READING
Set me free
PoetryA compilation of journal entries, poetry, and freelance I've written.