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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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