Sitting in a bed with white sheets and white walls the fear of were you are and not knowing not remembering what happened and why your here just because I couldn't get a breathe of air with no one to talk to and your really hungry cause you didn't get breakfast this morning sorry but this wasn't on my plans at all I have needles in my arms and every move I make I'm being watched.and no one wants to talk to you
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
RandomOk so I'm a poet I love to write I can write about almost anything here are my poems
