I can hear you standing in the kitchen,
talking about me,
My door's shut so i turn my radio down so I can listen.
I can hear you saying I'm getting worse,
like I have some fucking disease.
I can't breathe, my throat's going hoarse.
I get off my bed,
and step towards my door,
my stomach's in knots,
I can barely hear my feet on the floor.
You start to whisperand say
you think you should call my doctor.
I know that you're thinking i should go back to the hospital,
what are you saying these things for?
My head begins to ache
I can't think, I can hardly breathe.
You weren't there you didn't see,
things happened there that you wouldn't believe.
At 10 a girl is screaming in the halls,
the feeling slowly creeps back to me,
seeing nothing but those blank white walls,
I'm a bird in a cage waiting to be freed.
At 11 the aids are doing checks,
while I lay on plastic sheets looking at the ceiling.
I'm all alone in this room,
no one else will ever know the feeling.
I didn't want to leave,
but I never wanted to stay,
I don't want to go back,
but there isn't anything that I could say.

I'm still at my door,
my mom's still in the kitchen,
I creep back to my bed,
and turn my radio back up so I can't listen.
 
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