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Doctors Pin Cushion
I lie here everyday
In my hospital bed
Thinking and wishing
Will this next surgery save or kill me
All I can do is sit and wait
To be torn open again
I'm the doctors pin cushion
They give me drugs to ease the pain
I refuse to take them
Will today be the end
Should I say goodbye
To all those I love
I don't even have much hope left
All of this is wearing me down
I move wrong and my stiches will break
I just want this to end
I just want my life back
It even hurts to cry
My ribs are broken
There are cuts every where
Please just make it stop
I won't be able to live through another slice
The doctors are butchering me
I'm just like a piece of beef
Please let this be the last surgery
In my hospital bed
Thinking and wishing
Will this next surgery save or kill me
All I can do is sit and wait
To be torn open again
I'm the doctors pin cushion
They give me drugs to ease the pain
I refuse to take them
Will today be the end
Should I say goodbye
To all those I love
I don't even have much hope left
All of this is wearing me down
I move wrong and my stiches will break
I just want this to end
I just want my life back
It even hurts to cry
My ribs are broken
There are cuts every where
Please just make it stop
I won't be able to live through another slice
The doctors are butchering me
I'm just like a piece of beef
Please let this be the last surgery
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