Why?
Why can I not communicate?
My words are jumbled and my thoughts
Seem to be lost.

As they put these restraints on my wrists
I want to tell you how bad it hurts.
The doctors are talking, prodding, poking.
They act as if I am not even human.

They act as if I am not worth saving,
But looking at you
Watching you cry, feeling your hand on mine,
I know that is not true.

I am trying to hold on.
I am trying to give this one last shot.
But I feel like David, trying to take down Goliath.
And it is getting harder and harder.

Someone is calling my name in the distance.
Telling me everything will be okay.
And when I look up,
Everything goes white.