IV sticking in my hand
My very middle vein
I feel nothing go in
Nothing draining out
Mommy has to leave now
Daddy's not there
He never is anymore
They take me away
I'm still wide awake
I'm in a room
My favorite song is playing
The room wasn't pure white
It's always pure white
The lifted me
I could just fit
Convinced I would fall and die
They laid me down
I was more convinced
Blood pressure check
Stuff rushes in the IV
It's really cold
Oxygen covers my face
But it feels wrong
I don't think I'm breathing
I see the man, I never see them
I'm not sleep yet
I don't understand their words
It wasn't slow
My last thought
I was gonna die
Then I was out
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
