Poem about Self Pity-Physical Pain
Waiting for death to knock on your door.
I know you’re in pain, pain you abhor.
Why not try? Only a bone you break,
Not invalid, your own fate you make.
You disgust me, your habits are foul,
For self do not strive, not try at all.
Will not get up, therapy refused.
This self pity act, is not excused.
Know you’re in pain, but you must endure.
Without effort, there will be no cure.
You are not only one suffering.
To those who love you, also pain bring.
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