I was diagnosed with something I can't remember the name of.
It's terminal.

Right after I was told,
a nurse walked past me
she made no eye contact,
and she whispered
"Run away while you can."

I looked across the hall,
there were nurses preparing injections.
They were next to my room.

I walked away
or
I thought I did.
I was running
towards a window, too.

I just ran.
and ran.
and ran.

My body crushed against the thick glass.
It didn't break.
I almost fell.

The doctors started sprinting towards me.
I ran towards an exit.
It was close to the stubborn window.

I opened the door.

It was snowing.
I had no shoes.
It was cold.

I didn't know what to do.
I stood
observing the people in coats.
Living.
Not thinking
they would die
any time soon.

The doctors violently dragged me back inside.
I'm not sure why.
I wasn't struggling.

They put me back in my room,
where I waited patiently
to die.