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written in the hospital

I don’t know what to say
And even if I did
I wouldn’t know how to say it
At heart I’m just a kid

Inflicted with a malady
Just how I was designed
Get better or stay sick
With that I’m in a bind

No one pays attention
Despite what people say
I’ve been here a week now
Dying day by day

I’m lonely, scared, depressed
They say it’s up to me
Feeling well or staying sick
Thirty percent brain chemistry

Maybe this was a bad idea
Should’ve stayed at home
The counting and the spelling
My brain left to roam

And the head still pounds
And the heart even faster
I try to control these things
Of life I am no master

So here I am talking
Get it out on paper
Doesn’t matter anyway
Nobody’s here to listen

I found my voice
But no one hears
I’m too quiet and withdrawn
Left alone, bitterness and tears

I do know what to say
And even though I do
No one’s there to listen
Not him, not me, not you