I am sick inside my head,
I need the hospital.
But memories resurface behind my eyes,
and I try to bear it all.
I've walked these floors a million times,
yet each time feels so much worse.
I'll try every cure and remedy,
until one day something works.
HOSPITAL PT. 2
She was sick everywhere,
so they took her to this place.
Each time that she stayed here,
fear painted on her face.
The needles and the pills,
became her new routine.
Then one day she stopped,
and from this life pain free.
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Tranquilizer
Short StoryA collective three part series of my inner most sensitive thoughts, experiences and revelations. Through tragedy and trauma, loss and hope; I've gathered all of my memories and emotions during that time and placed them here. For the curious minds...
