When will this be over.

I want to write.

I want to be set free.

I want to feel.

Anything.

I don't want to sit in a hospital all day.

Watching the ticking clock.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Life ebbs away.

Not peacefully.

It just goes.

Disintegrating a little more.

Every second.

Frail and weak.

Like my current state of mind.