Injured
Just when you think nothing could ever go wrong,
and the sun is bright and yellow once again,
the planet turns cold and you freeze over.
I don't remember much of that night.
Or why and how I got in the path of that truck.
I guess it was the drugs in my system or the booze in my hand.
Laughing with my friends we walked, talked, screamed things out.
Laying here in this sterile white bed, tears soaking my gown.
Guess who's laughing now? The drugs in my system the needle in my hand.
Wishing to be held but not even a card from my ever loving mother.
I cry not because my body is in pain, or because my memory is distorted.
I cry because I know I'm not the only one that feels alone.
I hope one day I wake up to a teddy bear and your beautiful face.
A moment before they release me..
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