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Trapped in my own world
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Trapped in my own world |
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Fairy Princess Member
since 2000-07-19
Posts 64Fitchburg Ma, USA |
I feel so trapped in my world, I can't do much, People call me a whore, I'm not a whore, Ifeel like everyone's free except me, No one understands me. My wheelchair is a trap, It takes over me It isn't being this way. Sometime's I cry cause I don't know what to do, I ask myself "why me"? I hate being in this wheelchair. I have to wear braces to keep my feet staight, I have to wear a harness so my back doesn't cruve, I have to wear a seat belt so I don't fall. I need help with somethings, I cannot pick things up, I cry no hears me. I sit here in my wheelchair, Looking at the computer, Talk to my boyfriend. I'm drifting away from family & friends, There is never going to be a cure for C.P, If there one day is one then that'd be great. I have friends who are disabled, I go to a special school, I feel like a traped child. My school is borning, We sit there infornt of a tv, Or hanging out with friends. The nurses treat us like we are dumb, They treat us like we are in a nursing home, But there's more to us than our disability's. I feel like a traped possim in a cage, Who comes and kills them, Then your dead. No understands, I'm fading away, I'm lonley. Pretty soon my boyfriend is graduating, I'll miss him I'll be lonlely no smile, I'll never be happy. He wants to move to Florida, He wants to marry me, He doesn't know what he wants. I wish he'd make up his mind, But he won't he keeps changing it, I ignore him cause he or I don't know whats happing. I wish he knew how I felt, I don't want to stop him, I'm traped in a world. Fairy Princess |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Hello Fairy Princess...... I am so glad I read what you wrote! I only want to tell you what I feel, and although I am not in your body, I do feel your pain, emotionally. I, too, wish there were cures for all of the painful things that, as humans, we have to endure. But, I hope that you don't give up, my little friend..... Your spirit is an influence on us all. You have a great gift that shines out, and it may be that it is enhanced because of your suffering. You have a deeper insight into life than most of us know....you don't take things for granted. Please keep writing..... There are others here, like myself, whom you are helping, even if you don't realize it..... We do need you! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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JnR4eva Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 377Bronx, NY |
I knew you would write something this wonderful sooner or later.  I have to tell you that I am deeply moved by this piece....you bring so much light onto every aspect of your life and it hurts me more and more to read this. But then I stop myself and I say no I shouldn't feel too sorry, for you see it isn't what you can't do by which my emotions ride, it is by what you can do....and your poetry is a gift that you have been given which shines effortlessly  And for that I have to say thank you for giving us just a little bit of that * I just wanted to on the beautiful comment stated by sunny 1 *"my love is my motivation my love is my inspiration perception of this poem is your interpretation" -- me |
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