Yet another poem (no name)

here is yet another poem.again its not perfect but it gets the point across. this one is for every kid who's felt helpless.
this poem needs a name. what should it be?



throwing up
is what i do best
high temperatures
and a hospital dress

I've always been
the sickest one
while everyone else
is having fun

many times
I've knelt and prayed
asking god
why this is how I'm made

I've cried
Ive moaned
lord i feel so alone
why cant i be healed

i want to run
i want to play
and never need to stop
i love you lord
with all my heart
your my favorite pop

but god I'm so exhausted
I'm tired of this pain
but god I'll keep on going
and I'll go in Jesus name

thank you lord
for all you've done
i know this is your plan
and even though
its hard sometimes
i think i understand