I lay here, waiting for anyone, just anyone, but i need her the most, but she wont come. I had no idea that by just taking 16 pills i would end up in a hospital, no way in hell did i predict this. But there will be much more to come, time will show me that. the doctors come in, one by one, and they ask me all of the same questions, over and over and over again. but all i say is the same things, my name, why I'm here and who my doctor is. they all leave, all of them, and then i get scared..... they will be coming soon, my parents will hate me. if they see the cuts on my arms they will flip. they've never seen me do this before, Ive never showed them this. but in this time i sit and wonder, how will they react? will they hate me or will they show me that its all going to be OK? i know the answer to this as the curtain flys open and i see there faces. He is pissed, she wants to see, and i see no sign of emotion other than that, and i think back, back to last night, and i think... why would they not care??????
