On these white sheets,
Hear my heartbeats,
More people - still, i feel alone,
Needles and monitors all at once,
All I want is to return home.
People's faces,
Distant places,
Bright lights - and still, my head is flying,
Searching for something recognisable,
I find my mother. She's crying.
A sign or two
Spell I.C.U,
I realise this is serious,
Unable to cope with all the pressure,
It was comfort being delarious.
Call me a tart,
Break my heart,
Yet still, I miss his ways,
I now awake in a hospital gown,
No doubt have i seen better days.
I had tried to go,
yet there's no hope,
You say sorry - still, there is no use,
I ate those pills intentionally!
I'm a S*L*U*T, remember??
Im loose!?
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"On these white sheets,
Hear my heartbeats,
More people - still, i feel alone,
Needles and monitors all at once,
All I want is to return home." I know this feeling. been there, done that. Great writ, I love it. Xds-gX
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SLUT= So Lovely Utilising Topics. And so you have done, and beong delirious is one way of keeping the hopes, and not being a loser, is one way of an exception, you remaining posisitive, cos while you rant the name, 'tart', I'm sure there is much strength left in her.
Nice words,
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