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Laying upon the road
life leaking from the gash
Who was going to miss me?
Does anyone truly care?

Seems an eternity I laid there
Pinned to the ground, yet there was no pain

Awoke in a room of white
beeps and bells going off
how could anyone sleep here?

where am I?

Wires and cords connected most everywhere

An old man approaches with a board of papers
a smile forms seeing my eyes open

"ah young lass I see you've decided to come back"

I have no idea what he speaks about, but slowly last night returns

The drive, the party, how happy everyone was
except me.

the rain was coming down hard
the light suddenly so bright
the feeling as the car flipped
the pressure of the bag exploding into my chest
the seat belt holding me hostage upside down

no sound so confused

Shock is trying to set in
Fighting lose of the belt, falling onto the now deflated bag
it must be raining in the car, warm liquid in my hair

Crawling through the busted window
glass everywhere

Will they miss me?
No
They don't care anymore
I let go
Let the darkness take over

He tells me its been almost amonth
A month alone in a room of pure white

Now a chair with wheels is my companion
sitting alone in a room with fake flowers meant to be cheerful
A nurse tends to my daily needs
the occasional phone call with fake condolences

Oh How I wish they had left me to die upon that road.

Description
Laying upon the road
life leaking from the gash
Who was going to miss me?
Does anyone truly care?

Seems an eternity I laid there
Pinned to the ground, yet there was no pain

Awoke in a room of white
beeps and bells going off
how could anyone sleep here?

where am I?

Wires and cords connected most everywhere

An old man approaches with a board of papers
a smile forms seeing my eyes open

"ah young lass I see you've decided to come back"

I have no idea what he speaks about, but slowly last night returns

The drive, the party, how happy everyone was
except me.

the rain was coming down hard
the light suddenly so bright
the feeling as the car flipped
the pressure of the bag exploding into my chest
the seat belt holding me hostage upside down

no sound so confused

Shock is trying to set in
Fighting lose of the belt, falling onto the now deflated bag
it must be raining in the car, warm liquid in my hair

Crawling through the busted window
glass everywhere

Will they miss me?
No
They don't care anymore
I let go
Let the darkness take over

He tells me its been almost amonth
A month alone in a room of pure white

Now a chair with wheels is my companion
sitting alone in a room with fake flowers meant to be cheerful
A nurse tends to my daily needs
the occasional phone call with fake condolences

Oh How I wish they had left me to die upon that road.