Reality Of Growing Up

Wheel Chair Bound, Im thinking
When will this damned life end?
Why must I keep relying on
Nurces to help me fend?

I remember long ago
When I was a women, of twenty-five
I was happy with my husband
That is, until he died.

Even before that time
When I was seventeen
I was happy all the time,
an energy machine

Long before those years
when I was only six
I had no worries about life
There was nothing there to fix.

I had both parents way back then
They loved and cared for me
That changed when I had did the same
when they got too old to see.

And now I cannot move
Stuck to my chair with wheels
You cannot understand
Nobody know how it feels

To have some lady push me
To not be able to see alone
To not remember a single thing
About being safe at home

Everyone I know is dead
I was the last to go
The pain I've felt all of these years
I hope you'll never know.