I am tired she said.
I am tired of emergency room smell.
Of being unable to make plans.
Of my roommates in the waiting room
Because my friends couldn't be bothered to come.
They went to a *******.
I am tired she said.
Of the feeling of metal in my skin.
Of knowing I am somehow less
Then the girls that throw themselves around poles,
Clothes more revealing then my hospital gown.
I believed we would be equal at least.
Wheres the moment of hesitation.
Of compassion.
Did I really let myself be this girl?
The one who might not breath again
Whose closest friends might be her IV and her bracelet.
They never leave me.
This beep beep beep will lull me into sleep.