Shes starring at the ceiling.
With her hand to her face.
Wondering what put her in this god for saking place.
She fiddles with her pen.
She arches her back.
She mad she doesnt know whats within.
But she knows the facts.
She talked to her baby.
They had a 'so-so' convosation.
Then she started to go crazy.
She began to lose her patients.
She told him sorry.
But baby I have to.
He told her you promised.
Then she thought of what she can do.
Flashes of years before.
Confused her consentration.
Trying to find away to get bored.
So she played with her circulation.
She tied a rubber band around her arm.
Then thought to herself.
Whats a little harm.
So she locked her self in the bathroom.
And rolled up her sleve.
She sterilized the razor blade.
That was the only good deed.
She scratched up her wrist.
Then started to cut.
Waiting for her baby's kiss.
Came the next say just her luck.
So now shes in this hell hole.
What some people call home.
When she gets out, something to show?
Or will she just be alone
Tiara Neal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/livin-in-the-hospital/
