every time i step foot inside a hospital
all i can hear is cries of pain, suffering.
even if theres no one around, and its
empty, cold and lifeless.
i still hear it. i still hear the sounds, like
its coming from all the ghosts who died
here.
i hate coming to hospitals. i always think
of you and the day you were brought here.
i already knew you were dead, but they
had to take you away; i cant remember
where. and then i had to wait in those
cold hard chairs, my head in my hands,
waiting for your parents.
now every time i pass by people sitting
in those chairs, out in the halls, i notice
their tear stained cheeks, and the pain
in their eyes. i feel to just reach out to them,
tell them it'll be alright.
but i wouldnt want to get their hopes up.
because thats the very worst thing to be
told when you already know the outcome.
every time i walk along the corridors,
i hear your beating heart, your smile enters
my head and all i feel to do is break down
and cry. i still cant believe you had to leave;
you were everything to me. but now you're an
angel in the night sky, watching over me and
that guy, you know the one who waited for you,
for all that time, when you could of easily died.
and i know he cheated on you, but really, really
he just loved you.
and now you're gone and i bet he too, is feeling
alone.
every time i enter a hospital room, i feel his arms
wrapping around me, telling me "im so sorry, son"
and then i feel my mums breath on my neck and
her bony arms wrap around my torso.
she says "its good to see my little boy again"
and i'll sit on the chair opposite his bed,
and see him sleeping there. my life saviour,
my best friend, with the comfort of my parents
beside me, hovering in the air, not really there.
ember and v, and all the other lonely souls
telling me it'll be okay.
but all i wanna know is whether or not
my best friend, damien is going to live,
or die.
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dark minds [completed]
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