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by Katie Jan 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I remember a concrete wall, I remember the glaze of the porcelain top of the toilet, I remember my muscles clenching, I remember that ring so well. I can hear you telling your story, Of how it all almost ended, But I'm not really listening, I don't really care. I remember the granite walls, I remember the light on the roof, I remember my teeth clenching, I remember falling to the floor. I can hear a soft drip, drip, Of my life dripping away, But I can't fell anything, I think I'm going numb. I remember white walls, I remember the white, uncomfortable gurney, I remember my wrists throbbing, I remember rolling off. I can hear foot steps comming, Of nurses, doctors, and paramedics, But I don't notice them comming, I'm in another world. I remember the blue walls, I remember the heart monitor beeping, I remember lying on my back, I remember wishing. I can hear my mom telling me, Of how it hurts her to see me, But I'm not taking it in, I've heard it all before. I remember the same blue walls, I remember looking at my arms, I remember noticing the lines, I remember closing my eyes. I can hear someone sobbing tears, Of pain because I'm sick, But I can't hear them now, I'm now lying dead.