Operation
Laying on this operation table
people all around
Its all so blurry
I cant hear a sound
Tears shed by a familiar face
People with masks and gloves running all over the place
Lights flashing in my eyes
Why dont I understand
I start to cry
He comes over grabs my hand
Im terrified
Who is this man
Tall, brown hair, gorgeous eyes
I pull away
He starts to cry I reach up and wipe the tears from his eyes
I look up once more
there are IV's floating by
Dangling cords running from my arm down to the floor
I start to scream
"why..why am I here"
No one hears me
This is turning out to be my biggest fear
I close my eyes trying to remember
I look down only to find
the blade is still laying in my hand
by
ShelbyBooposted on 12/07/2007
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