Never have I been so low
Lying on a bed
Surrounded by white walls,
I feel the physical throbbing,
Which makes me go insane.
Bright lights and bustling people,
Pain and pills,
IVs and insomnia.
With all of my dreams crushed
I feel cold and distant,
Bitter and torn,
I am angry at the world.
Bright lights and bustling people,
Pain and pills,
IVs and insomnia.
I hate the doctors
Who stopped the bleeding
And saved my life.
If I were dead I wouldn't feel the pain.
No person should have to live
Through such anguish
And thus,
Never have I been so low.
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