Hospital

Again, I enter the dreaded place
why I want to visit you? I don't know
maybe knowing you're constantly ill
makes me feel a little pity for you.

I'm sick of the white that surrounds everything
and absolutely tired of seeing you lying there,
like a breathing corpse, when you wake
remember me to bring you food.

But you brought this to yourself,
endless times I invited you to eat,
yet, you only played with your food
complaining that you were getting fat.

Now look at you, fighting to live,
you remember the time you wasted everything
in alcohol, tobacco and anorexia.

This was more important than me?

Maybe that's the reason
I visit you everyday, to remember
the happy times, trying to bring
back the ghost of the past.

You fight against bringing "us" back,
complaining I'm too good for you,
you'll never realize, you were once
perfect in my eyes.

finished on: January/21/2007