I wish I knew how to cry.
I wish I knew how to walk.
I wish I knew how to swim.
I wish I knew how to stand.
I wish I wasn't a cripple.
I wish I knew how to fall.
Never standing, never falling.
I don't know how to jump rope.
I know how to die.
I wish I could sit in a chair without wheels.
I wish I could fight whoever messes with me.
Or messes with my girl.
Tina.
You're already obsessed with death.
Don't become obsessed with dying.
You can cry for me.
If you want.
I'm sorry I didn't leave a letter.
I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye.
I start to think of all the other people in my life.
The one's I've hurt, the ones that have hurt me.
I don't think about that I'm drowning.
I don't think about how I can't reach the top of the pool.
I don't think about my unmoving legs.
Mr. Schuester.
Did you ever see me in anything else but a chair?
Did you see me as me?
Or as a wheelchair?
I appreciate that you helped me tie my shoe.
I appreciate that you stood up for me.
Well, because I really can't stand up for myself.
Rachel
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you were made fun of.
I'm sorry you broke your foot.
I'm sorry I didn't give you a ride in my wheelchair when you did.
I'm sorry that when I didn't give you a ride, you fell down the stairs because you dropped your crutch.
I'm sorry that your leg is damaged forever.
I'm sorry you can't dance.
I'm sorry Broadway will only take people who can dance.
I never wanted to dance.
I never wanted to be able to do a cartwheel.
I wanted to walk, or skip, or run.
I can't tell if I'm crying.
I think I am.
I'm sobbing, and I'm breathing in water.
I try to cough up water.
I only suck more down.
I know then that it worked.
I'm dying.
I'm possibly crying.
I'm drowning.
That's when I know.
The wheelchair has won the battle.
I will never get to win the war.
I hated that wheelchair.
I hated how it confined me.
I know I'm dying.
I know I'm drowning.
I know it's over.
The battle is over.
The wheelchair has won.