This room is cold,
It's dark and scary.
Why am I chosen,
This disease to carry?

These walls are padded,
Will this ever end?
I'm very lonely,
I need a friend.

I don't remember,
What a tree looks like,
What it's like to swim,
Even ride a bike.

I play cards with the residents,
I take my medication.
I'm growing very tired,
Of this same radio station.

But one day I know,
I'll be in heaven with my friend.
One day I know,
This will finally end.
 
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