The cold hospital bed
Thoughts running through my head
Didn’t know what to do
Feeling so useless
It won’t let up
As you lay there and whither away
I’ve got nothing to say
I think I should be sad
I think I should be mad
The room is tiny
So many machines
You can’t turn around
Too much in the way
Wait, before you go
I need to tell you this
I broke the vase when I was eight
I’m sorry I waited so late
I hit her when we fought
It was my fault you’re here
I should be not you
You should have a life to live
You have so much to give
I’m wasted space
No one sees me
Use me for sex or abuse
Mental or physical
It doesn’t matter
As you climb this latter
And join the angels
Never forget
The joy you brought
Those you leave behind
We will never forget
Your love and smile
The way you are
My shooting star