The doctorA Poem by Molly BrightlyRoughly based on Dr.Hadley (House M.D).No Broken bones or shattered parts No psyciatric problems or fixable hearts
It's not a metaphor She's really sick and the worst part is she knows That she can't be fixed
She's got a bottle saved up With all the tears from her crying She can't run away From the fact that she's dying
She's a doctor But she can't fix herself No surgeries, No prescriptions will help
She's got a couple bottles And a needle at home And everytime someone will live She feels more alone
It's like the world is spinning But her heart will stop She's running out of time And she's racing the clock
She's doing different strangers But she doesn't play safe STDs don't scare her Because she's dying anyway
In a room full of people She feels all alone And in a room with the heat on She's shivering and cold
And when people see her down She answers with a lie Because how do you explain That you're going to die?
And however way she got this She doesn't want to forgive But even though she's dying She's trying to live
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