a needle, a test result: The tests.

Its another dark morning

I sip my cup of tea

Its weak
I am weak

I wait for my test results to return

I felt them pierce me with needles

I shivered from the chill of the cold hands

The wires that traced my body

That made me one with the machine

The monotonous sounds of a pulse.

 

I can hear faint talking

My mother and doctor

I cant move

Im not allowed to

My body is weak.

I feel my blood leave me

One cup, two cups

Maybe four

The tell me it will be okay

Thats what they said before.

But I am back in this place

They say welcome

But I want to leave

I hate this place!

 

They call me up

They say they need one more test

Just one more
Itll be over before you know

Then why havent I gone home?

I just want to be a kid

Not a boy in a hospital bed

I want to lay in my own bed

Its not over yet

No, not just yet.