I still have hope...

As I awake from this deep dark sleep,
I try to move as my body is just to weak.
I am screaming inside, trying to find hope.
I smell something similar to soap.
The smell is very familiar.
The doctor came in and told me I am a centimeter
from getting better.
I reach by my bedside, I find a letter.
I hold it reading it, knowing i still have hope.
I am getting better comming out of this koma.
The doctor came in and washed my face.
I am in a daze.
I want to get better, I want to go home.
This one thing is too hard for me to pass.
I have a little dash in my knee; it came from
the car wreck.
I got to keep believing, I am getting better.