White walls,
White halls.
The bed is melting.
The ceiling is laughing.
My mother;
She is crying.
My father;
He is speechless.
Sister won’t look at me,
And my best friend doesn’t know me
Anymore.
There’s a snake on my arm.
I try to whack it away,
But it doesn’t move.
Kill,
Kill,
Kill,
Kill.
“Stop it!”
There’s that needle again.
How did that gash on my arm
Get there?
I laugh.
They’re talking to me again.
The alimi.
“When will she get better?”
“Shut up!” I scream. “Just shut up!”
I laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
Kill,
Kill,
Kill,
Kill.
There’s screaming.
Who’s screaming?
Oh, it’s me…
“I hate you,” I sob.
Kill,
Kill,
Kill,
Kill.
Just.
Kill.
Me.
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