The hospital
The hospital is where I was supposed to get better
where I was supposed to shed my failure for strength
where I was supposed to become free
the hospital
with all its well lit rooms and halls
and constant blinking and beeping and but simultaneously dead
the hospital is quiet and lonely
I can't eat I can't sleep I can't leave
The hospital
It's not where I want to be
but I don't want to be home
i want to be not here
Anywhere
but here
With the needle in my left arm, taking my life from me
i feel like dying
in the hospital
It's so cold
too cold
I hurt. My arm. My chest. My stomach.
But I'm too afraid to speak
in the hospital
I sit and I lay and I lie and I cry
Nobody minds the silent sobbing of the stranger who's here
why?
I'll pretend I forget
that I tried
To die
before I came here
to the hospital
but they let me go
I'm not dangerous
I'm a coward and they know it
they let me go
in the mid morning before noon
But I don't want to go home
i hate my home
my home
sucks
even after all the sickness and saddness
ive concluded I'd rather be
in the hospital
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