Elucidating Questions

I’m in so much pain

This body of mine designed to languish in bed all day

Frankly I’d like an exchange

It’s this odd tightrope

I almost prefer being unable to work full time

Forced to trade the majority of my life for nothing in return but living so I could continue to work

What a sick, twisted world this is

That I’m practically bed ridden and thinking I might be the lucky one

Legitlated poverty not withstanding

Wouldn’t want life to be too easy for us lazy disabled people

Yup, sick and twisted.

I feel like I’ve worked a full work week with a cold

Cursed flesh and bone

No one wants this body

With its insesant fat and its inability to function

Can’t remember what I said less than a minute ago

I’m so frustrated all the time

Too sick to cook, too sick to clean

Too sick to afford someone who could do it for me and heaven forbid someone wanted me enough to do it because they can and want to.

Sometimes I’m jealous of my mum for having a soul mate

None of that’s for me

And how could I expect someone to take me?

With so much can’t

I wish there was so such thing as getting better

But that’s not for me either