Wait outside, quite chilling and unwell-
“coming, please hold” but it takes too long
and now I’m hot and cold
yet I don’t know what’s coming
When I’m sat and told:
He takes a breath…
“This will last all life until for-
ever thought how you will cope?
I am a doctor and I know all the ropes”
Staring at me in a big, long, tall, white coat
And I’m very, very scared
I take a breath…
“It’s not me, take me to the ex-
It wasn’t meant to be, I’m young
I’ve just got lots of aches and pains”
but they tie me down tight
with very black and heavy chains.
I can’t breathe…
I’m carried off to another hospit-
all covered up, just another mental block
and now I’m quite anxious
as they plaster up my body, just incase
I might be ..
Able to breathe