Breathe.
In.
Out.
Cold and
Sterile.
The walls,
The air,
Your bed,
Your hair.
You.
Breathe.
In.
Out.
Life.
Only
Outside
These walls.
Bones
And skin
And broken
Hearted
And deteriorating
Body
And supressed
Spirit
And paralysed
Soul.
You've been here too long.
And it doesn't seem like your getting better.
In your room
Of four walls
And it's just you.
You and your sickness.
Is it winning?
We don't know,
you don't talk to us anymore.
Breathe.
In.
Out...
-B.H.L
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