All Of Me

Done

One it finally happened. I broke. It was no longer safe for me to spend my days at home with my mom. It was decided that I has to have nurses and doctors near me at all times. So I was sent to the hospital. White and clean are not my words to describe that place. It is more like an insane asylum or a waiting room where everyone just sits around hooked up to machines so that they look part robot. Where all they can do is wait for something to happen. Most of the time they stay forever, the only way out being death. Some cry and cry and cry, but not me. I'm not afraid of what's to come, not anymore. Now all I can do is wait.