TUBE


TUBE

Secluded
Broken
Left to feel the pain creep upon me
I’ve watched my skin being cut by the many needles
I’ve watched my heart rate shrink down
But I wait
I’ll stand in the rain
And catch my chariot to the grave
You speak in monotone
And I never listen
Because all I can do is lay on my bed by my little IV tube
In the corner of the room with my little IV tube
Am I broken?
Stoned?
I cannot look in the mirror without seeing my lifeless body
That’s what everyone else sees
I know they’ve put and expiration date on me
On me and my little IV
Tube.

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