We're sitting in the waiting room again
Another kid is crying, another western is playing,
I’m getting tired of these dingy grey chairs
We check your Facebook page, talk about the news
Don’t even say it
I know my breathing is too shallow, and I’m struggling to catch it, and I’m always winded
My chest feels tight
I just want to go home, to my room, sleep off the pain
But here I am
Sitting in a waiting room again
So I just ask for a sprite.
The receptionist gossips, you bounce the baby on your knee
And I’m still trying to breathe
Doctor asks me if I’m anxious, that I seem like the overachieving type
There are drawings of stars on the walls, I point out the planets to my baby girl
And I, in between gasps for air, mutter a prayer that my sister doesn't end up like me
My throat is closing up
You hand me the inhaler, but it doesn’t do jack shit
You hand me the inhaler, I can’t even draw in a breath
And here we are
Sitting in the waiting room yet again
The clock is ticking, never stopping, and we don’t know what the hell is wrong with me
They scan my chest, my shattered chest, and find nothing
Here in the waiting room, I say one more quick prayer, hope I mean it, and I realize the irony in this
I tried so hard to die when I was younger
But now, when I’m ready to move on and live again
My body has finally decided to give up and give out
I laugh to myself in the waiting room
The oxygen is gone
Because there is nothing left but the clock.
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So touching and true
thank you !!