What’s Wrong with People
I love the crisp, fresh air
Through my open window
This new Spring day,
The sun still asleep,
An hour of darkness
Still left
And all I
I want to do is hide,
To get lost
In the cool air,
To find
The peace in going home
I’m scared,
Scared all the time now
Knowing that each day
Means there’s a little less
Of me
Having lost so much
Of my strength, my will,
My soul
To some damn disease
I thought I could depend on you
My family, my friends
To help,
To pick up my spirits
To…
I hate people,
Hate them!
Especially those who claim
To love you
Family, friends
These are the people
You think understand
Who should be compassionate?
Who should know your limitation?
Not make you beg for help
or suffer in pain because
They,
I don’t know what
The HELL they want!
What do they want
From me?
Time is running out and
there is so much less of me
But I need to be strong
They need me to be strong.
I need to be loved
And cared for.
What, what is wrong with people?
Why can’t they see my pain,
why can’t they see
How little there is
of me?
How short time is.
Why, when I should
be held closer
do I feel them pushing me away?
What the fuck is wrong with people?
What do they want?