Hospital

crippled alcoholics
crazy girl next door 
roaming around this cold tile floor

white ceiling white walls white floor
no color to discover
except on my book cover

“May I have a toothbrush?”
“When will lunch be here?”
I hope my discharge is near 

new nurses day and night
glass-encased tv
no one here knows me

not much to do here
no appealing looks
it's just me and my books

how did I get here?
a blade a rope a pill
they all feared that I would kill

I know what you're thinking
what a coward thing to do
if you felt like I did you'd do it too

one bathroom two beds
three books four lights
pills are the only way I make it through the nights

read sleep eat
write and read some more
my life here is such a bore

with every call I get
tears stream down my cheek
everything except the people here is bleak

I don't know what I feel
I can't feel my heart beating 
did I mention that I hate reading?