Doctor, Doctor

"What's the diagnosis doctor? Please tell me what I've got.
For my heartbeat, it is fractured.
It feels like I've been shot".
"Please sit down dear girl; I don't think you'll accept my news well.
I think you've been deceived, if you could not already tell.
I've taken all your blood tests and they've all come back void.
We've dug so hard for your dreams and a soul; I fear it's been destroyed.
Now take this drug, I can only prescribe.
I fear it's all we give.
Get out there little missy, go out and try to live".
I collapse in a heap, tired and lonely.
"Please God, what was my crime?"
I take a couple of pills, check the label; it's only labelled time...

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Gemma (FracturedMirror)