I'm Dead?

Why has no one ever
told me that I’m dead?
I’m lurking in the dark,
lying on this hospital bed.

My face is all white,
from all this medicine,
in this twisted horror,
is this all I’ve ever been?

Why has no one ever
told me that I’m dead?
I cross the knife,
into my wrist, blood red.

My future is dark,
I can’t escape this,
I know you don’t mean it,
but I won’t be missed.

They always looked at me,
eyes cast down low,
brought me flowers,
with the people in tow.

I’ve been waiting for you,
to say I’m already dead.
I died in pain years ago,
here in this hospital bed.