Sleep Study

I feel, I feel

The blood in my veins.

It's slow and cold

But it's moving.

My eyes want to close.

My heart wants to stop.

I have to keep going.

They took things,

From my body.

I feel like I needed them.

There are scars along my cheeks

From an obscure part of me

They removed.

Why? Nothing changed.

Day in, day out, I hurt.

In a weird way. Not bold.

Subtle. So subtle, people just

Brush it off. But I hurt.

I hurt. I hurt.

I am a human experiment.

Sleep is all I do. Sleep is all I have.

I am nothing but a toy for science,

To stare at and throw away. Throw away? What'd I do?

I deserve attention too. Fix me!

I'm worth just as much as others.

I don't need a death sentence

To catch your eye. I'm human.

Cure me! Care a bit! Don't turn away, I know you hear me!

I've never met another like me,

I feel alone. A little scared.

Few are on my side, and that's enough

To get me by. But what of all the others?

The ones like me

With no one to help them? What of them?

I feel, I feel

The blood in my veins.

Warming up, warming up,

Moving faster.

I'll use this short lived energy

And care about you.

Maybe then, they'll care about me.