Sitting in a white room.
what will happen next?
Sitting in this cold room knowing that tomorrow
i'll get yelled at… for being in this room
because my homework can’t get done when my
tears are flooding my vision, if only, if only they knew.
Sitting in the room with the smell i hate
and the gross food…
she deserves better.
I just want to leave when I'm in the room,
leave the beeping monitors and whispers from the
adults in white coats.
Leave the room with the same woman
silently sobbing for her son with stage four.
Leave the room with the little boy
waiting to see his mom, but she’s barely breathing.
Leave the room with the man who cries for hours at a time,
but when his mother with only a month left is wheeled into the room
he puts on a strong face and a half smile.
Leave the room where their once was a boy my age,
with two little sisters, but their single mom couldn’t keep fighting.
But sometimes i want to stay forever…
because each time we leave
little more of her disappears.