Open my eyes and I'm staring at the sky
It's black, no stars in sight
"What are you on?" I hear as I start to look around
That question, the sirens, that formidable sound
I never thought that it would happen
Not me, I was smart, at least I thought I was
The pain, there are no words, and they're going through my purse
I'd never been so scared in my life, well maybe that one time with that guy and his knife
I just wish I was at home in my bed, not this gown with the sound of the monitor beeping above my head.
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Writing through the pain.
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