Home.
Home.
Home.
Barely breathing, lungs bruised.
Almost dying, still on the edge.
The white light changes into too bright hospital lamps.
Angels singing turns into beeps.
Beeps of my heart.
I blink, hoping that the light will come back.
Too much pain.
I beg please, make it stop as my eyes fell shut again.
To tired but afraid of sleeping.
I don’t want to wake up and feel this pain again, please.
Beep, beep, beep, nothing, no sound.
I’m safe, you’re safe.
The words I don’t believe.
I will never be safe.
Always in danger.
Always the victim.
As long as I live at home.
Save me from my hell.
Let the light shine on me.
Please.
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