I woke up in a shitty hospital
With a few relatives surrounding me in my
"Death Bed"
But I wasn't dying
In fact
I was doing the opposite
I was living
I was discovering
through the dreams
All i did was just get a cut and my parents flipped the fuck out and zoomed me to a fucking HOSPITAL
A doctor walked through the small group of people
almost as if he was jesus
and the people were water
He was tall, and had golden brown hair, and had a shimmer of sadness in his green eyes. His eyes reminded me of Depre. and then Depre reminded me of Ana and Buli, and the bleeding.
This thinking made me fucking tired
or maybe it was the gas
or the medicine
but all I knew was that I was tired
And so it was dark again
