I've been stuck here for days,
But it feels like years,
Because you left me here.
The accident didn't cause my wounds,
But you could never see that.
So many tests,
so much treatment,
so much money,
no more time.
And I'm losing myself.
They ask me 'are you okay?'
But their words mean nothing.
They want to make conversation.
The truth is that I'm scared,
And I want to be brave.
Don't we all?
But sometimes all we need is a hand to hold.
The treatment costs so much,
And I'm going nowhere.
Soon it will be the end of me,
But there is only one cure to my illness.
The rarest, most expensive medicine of all.
I need your love
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A Ballad for the Lost
General FictionHe never spoke. They thought he couldn't, but I knew he was waiting for the right time. He never tried to communicate with anyone. They thought he didn't want to, but I knew he didn't have anyone to talk to. They thought he was just sick, bu...
