I grieve my existence,

Because reality is nobody can be in control,

Staring at the blank walls like a prisoner

but hey; at least I'm a livid listener

Hearing the nurses gossiping about me--

something similar about seeing the stars?

Going day to day, in despair with the drugs,

On the verge of death,

But it did not scare me anymore like it once did

The breathes are now harder to do,

Like someone is holding onto my neck,

And going to bring me under again.

Next moment the sirens are loud,

I'm running but laying down,

others are in control of me now,

and I can't remember why I ended up here,

--again.

Before my eyes give up and close to go to rest,

I realized that not only was this a sort of theft

But the enemies were now lurking upon me,

the better looking days were over,

but all I had once wanted was to see the better,

get better,

look better,

And be alive.