You're Your Own Worst Enemy

The grass has never seemed greener

than from the 10th floor of a hospital window.

The doctors tell you all the things they think you need,

maybe they're right, or not so much,

all you can wonder is how to be in touch.

The cuts and marks covering your veins,

the ones that were made to numb your pain,

are now only scars, are now only stories,

they're a constant reminder of

a time much darker.

Through all of this,

you can't help but think

why your mind is so broken,

"Why am I so hurt?".

For the past 3 days

you've worn the same hospital shirt

and under your nails

still shows the dirt

from when you were at work.

But the work has

just begun

to heal you from

you.