Hospital Bed

This skin is not my own- I scratch and claw but the pain isn't mine.
I wish sadness was like a limb that I could amputate at will
that I could hungrily kill.
I guess it'll just cling like a leach
while I float through oblivion,
missing school,
crying lots,
taking naps,
and giving up.

Certainty, certainty, give me certainty.
give me your love and~
like it was before~
don't take it back.

I feel like I'm in a hospital bed-
filled with dread-
waiting for the news.

The doctors come in,
look me dead in the eyes,
and tell me I'll die.

But then a nurse'll come in
and tell me their prognosis is a lie,
and I have every hope to live.

You give me hope sometimes
And it makes me feel high
Like all's I'll have to do is try-
to give you love that is sweet,
words that are kind
smother you in kisses
and it'll all be alright.

They go back and forth
back and forth
you call me every day
every day
and say
you love me,
then you don't.
you say
you love me,
then you don't.