Three Weeks In
I wake up to a rhythmic beeping My head feels as if it’s splitting in two and I can still taste last night’s regret sour upon my tongue I don’t want to open my eyes because I know this place isn’t my room And no matter how hard I try it’s another night that I just can’t remember I can barely remember the last three weeks and to be honest? I’m fine with that I’m more worried about the headache
The time comes and I can no longer put it off and my eyes open are instantly blinded by the bright lights of a hospital room I’m still in my clothes and I’m not handcuffed to the bed An IV drips clear liquid into my vein and I’m sure it’s all for dehydration Still, I press the call button in hopes for a nurse
My throat is dry and I need cold water and maybe a pain killer or two I guess at least I’m not back home in my room staring at the wall, constantly thinking of you waiting for the next time I can nod out at work I’m a train wreck I’m a car crash I’m an arsonist on fire This is where I leave me note one simple line I do this all of my own accord
Cold water in a plastic mug waiting to sign my release papers refusing anymore treatment The ambulance I don’t remember being in already took my next two year’s budget Four dollars in my pocket A bar down the road
fuck it