They looked at me
Frail, lying on he bed
Had been in that position
For as long as I could remember
Drips, Injections, Drugs
All found their way into my system
I couldn't say no
I needed to be strong again
But they kept draining me
They avoided eye contact
They rushed the treatment
It felt like a crime to be close to me
I didn't sting, or was I stinking
I was ashamed of...