Hospital
I feel the glow
Of harsh white hospital lights
I hear the beep of the monitor
That keeps me awake at night
I am poked and prodded and my instinct is fight or flight
But I fall flat
I am in pain
Will I survive this?
This IV is my chain
Sixteen and every breath is a strain
Who would have thought I’d turn out this way
A future once bright is suddenly gray
I’m scared
Undeniably unprepared
Before this I would have dared to be anything
But for now I just hope to stay alive
Birth control pills tried to slay me
Put clots in my lungs, boy did they play me
I wasn’t a kid anymore in this hospital for children
The oldest on my floor and I couldn’t stand it
To see these babies suffering
To see their pain first hand
I had to be strong for them
For those little sweeties sucking their thumb
That first day I grew up
In this medical lock-up
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