By: Aiden Stormont

Anxiously awaiting the needle and all that it brings
Yet unafraid as I wheel through the halls
Needle now forgotten, coughing on the gas
Drifting through darkness, fleeting glimpses of life
Awake at last, mind screaming
Someone's talking, but I'm going back to sleep
Forced to sit up, body like lead
Mind reeling, too painful to think
Now I'm throwing up, at least there's a bag
Weeks to remember how to walk
Years to remember how to talk
Wounds heal, scars remain

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