In days, become weeks. I’ve been dying.
Lay down on the bed. Cant move even an inch.
Injection on both arms, in and out. Paralyzed.
Can’t say a single word. Shut down.
Feel nothing. Undescribable.
Nobody cares, like always. Hopeless.
Soul has been taken away, death body followed.
Then, ready to go…
It seems so…
Discharged from the catastrophic room.