All We Had

My head

Hospitals.

All I hear about is my tumor.

There's check-ups.

And terrible food.

There's tests. 

And pain.

I'm scared and alone.

My parents are on the farm.

My friends aren't allowed in my room.

Only my brother.

He just sits there and freaks out.

My surgery is in a few days.

I'll probably die.

So they better let me say bye to Andy and Sam.

I'm thinking of refusing treatment and just go home so I can spend time with my friends.

But what's the point I will probably die either way.

So I've been preparing to meet God.

Did I mention how much I hate hospitals. I know they only want to help. But I'm having a panic attack in here and no one cares. They're all too busy. I'm sure there's plenty of patients who are already dying. That's all I can think about how many traumatic experiences happen at hospitals. 

Now I might just be another one.