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Hospital Bed

As I lie here in this bleach white room.
Feeling so confused,
I have suffered enough abuse.
These bruises these scars,
Have been shaped to be a work of art.
My lungs constrict,
As my friends make their final verdict,
I lay here on this bed
On this hospital bed,
On this pillow where I lay my head,
I speak the truth,
That none of you truly care
None of you wouldn’t dare
To stop the bull shit,
I have  had enough.
I’m sick if all the stuff,
That you all say.
All the time.
The drama,
The trauma,
The rumors, the lies
Grow up,
Enough I’m sick of you all.
When I hit the wall.
None of you even care
I wanna be there,
I wanna share,
The amount of love that had been given to me,
A gift from above.
But I am forced into silence,
As I see much violence
I’m so tired of this,
All this distance.
So I’ll stay in my hospital bed.
Until I am dead.
Written by ChoaticGoddess (ShyG)
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