‘I’m on incapacity now’ I answer.

‘Oh, is that good?’ you ask.

It’s alright, but I’d rather have my life back.

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‘I don’t know what to say’, ‘It’s shit’, you say.

‘Ring me any time you need to talk’, you say.

Well, thanks, but I’d rather have my life back.

‘I can take you out for a ride’, you say.

‘It will get you out of the house’, you say.

And it does, but I’d rather have my life back.

‘You’ve got so much courage. You’re so strong’, you say.

‘Strength takes on many different forms’, you say.

You might be right, but I’d rather have my life back.

‘Have you thought of…’,  you say.

‘Perhaps if you…’ , you say.

‘Couldn’t you…’,  you say.

‘Why don’t you…’ , you say.

‘Hadn’t you better…’, you say.

While I struggle on trying to get some of my life back.

18-07-2010 om 20:52 geschreven door Anne Stone