confessions in a hospitalMature

She's just a girl
with the weight of the world
on her shoulders.
Now, it seems there's,
there's no one left to hold her.

And she's got the weight,
the weight, the wait
from the world

resting solely, solely,
resting solely on her shoulders.

And you know,
suicide never helped her -
no, just made her look -
look the other way.
(But that's okay, that's okay, -
no, that's not fu*king okay).

There's a tab on her wrist,
now she can't sleep,
can't sleep, can't sleep.
She left her heart
in the ICCU -
beneath her IV drip
where he kissed her forehead

and walked the fu*k away.

The End

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