This room (a freeverse)

*shrugs* Kinda depressing. Kinda sad. Kinda random.
Don't know how I came up with this. It kinda just happened.

This room.
This one little room.
When I was little, I thought it was cheerful.
I thought it was bright.
I've been here my whole life.
Little did I know what horrors it held.

The constant sound of the monitor,
The sound recording my heart beats.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
I used to find it comforting.
It seemed friendly.
A reminder I wasn't alone.
The sound became torture, though.
It took me years to discover that.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

The sound of the IV sitting next to me,
The gentle sound of a substance being sent into me.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
No one ever seems to hear it.
No one except me.
No one cares enough to listen.
Its sound is only deafening to my ears.
No one else will ever hear.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

When I need help, which is usually quite often,
I must hear the horrible noise from the alarm for the nurse.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
It's not just a noise.
It's a cry for help.
I hate it.
It makes me feel helpless.
I need assistance for everything.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.

The sounds aren't the only things that hold pain.
The room itself is mocking me.
Cheerful wallpaper is spread on the walls.
It shows a circus scene.
Elephants.
Clowns.
Seals jumping through hoops.
Tightrope walkers.
Balloons.
I'm 15, but I've never been to a circus before.
I never will be.
I'll never leave this room.

The window also mocks me.
Even more than the ridiculous clowns.
It's right in front of my line of vision so I almost constantly see it.
The curtains are almost always open.
I see flowers.
The sun.
Trees.
At night there's the moon
Stars.
The nurses think it'll make me happy.
It just makes me furious.
I'll never stand outside.

This room.
This one little room.
I've only left for surgery or operations.
Doctors could never help me.
After 15 long years, I'm now gone and so is the room.
I've finally left that torture and moved into heaven.

*shudder* I hate hospitals even more now. O.o Very deep and enthralling, Saddle, this one is creepily awesome.

Thanks for enjoying the creepiness xD

It's so weird that I wrote this cuz I haven't been in a hospital ('cept the emergency room once at like 3am) in years. Unless you count visiting reasons. xD And I always think hospitals smell like oranges.....xD

I have to go every year for my physical, and even though my doctor is really nice, hospitals still scare me. The little room you wait in, the white coats and everything, it's just... disturbing. o.O And I used to have a doctor that threatened to give me a shot in the rear if I didn't behave. He scarred me for life. And because of him needles are my biggest phobia. >.>

Oh....=/

He knew how to terrorize a seven year old.

I hate hospitals. I love this poem, though. ^^

Aw, it's sad, but amazing. (:

FOREIGN?! wrote:He knew how to terrorize a seven year old.

Sounds like it xD

Ave wrote:I hate hospitals. I love this poem, though. ^^

PugsRock wrote:Aw, it's sad, but amazing. (:

Thanks