LilMiss1988

Hanging on...

Can you hear my voice? the touch of my hand? You can survive, I know you can.

The smell of Burt rubber, the sound of broken glass. Broken bones and memory loss, this pain shall soon  pass.

The monitors continue to beep as one, you want to give up, you believe you're time has come.

Nurses in and out,  they bruise you're arms. Rushing in every minute because of the alarms.

Connected to you're life support, the drugs pumping though you're veins. You're family all around , continuing to scream out you're name. 

Please wake up, continue to fight. Follow the moon and stars, let them be you're light. 

 



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