Hospitalised

You lay there, with pale stained skin and blood shot eyes while the shadows crawl from the walls up your back and into your mouth and twist the wires in your brain, with your wires so tangled your very self is a stranger. But darling, don't let them tell you this is science; they make you drink from poisoned cups and slap a label on you. The sunshine will fade away these shadows, and you will find it, you will chase it, even when your legs are so weary from running and you're out of breath- you'll find out I swear.