Please, Don’t Make Me Stay Too Long

The machines are Buzzing,

The lights are Flickering,

and I am the Red Dots lowly  prisoner.

The People are random,

The Tears keep flowing,

and They are all just Broken visitors.

I am no Longer the Life of the party.

I’ve become another Colorless statue.

What did I do to Deserve this?

I Don’t want to be someone’s Burden.

I Don’t want to become another Sad Song.

I Don’t want to become some kind of Money pit.

Please, don’t make me Stay too Long.

I hear Voices spouting Gibberish,

I can no longer Feel my feet,

and I’m Living with a Never ending Death wish.

They Draw more blood.

They Check my vitals.

To them, I am a Lifeless drone.

Where is my Dignity?

My Life is a Greek Tragedy.

I Just want to Finally go home.

I Don’t want to be someone’s Burden.

I Don’t want to become another Sad Song.

I Don’t want to become some kind of Money pit.

Please, don’t make me Stay too Long.

Here come the Voiceless faces,

They are now Few and Far between.

They take a Deep breath, then enter.

Once again, it’s forced Sympathy for me.

Why are you Keeping me around?

It’s been Years and I haven’t made a Sound.

I can’t even Breath for myself

and my Feet will Never touch the Ground.

I have Forgotten the light of day.

Every so often Someone comes to pray.

They Look for a sign that I am Listening.

They receive Silence, no Miracle , and there’s Nothing that I can say.

I Don’t want to be someone’s Burden.

I Don’t want to become another Sad Song.

I Don’t want to become some kind of Money pit.

Please, don’t make me Stay too Long.

My World is only Darkness.

I’ve got Chains around my Ankles and Neck.

I’m Desperate to get Out of this Nightmare.

This is Not living, the last time I Checked.

One last Family member and Then no more.

One last Look, then they Close the door.

Just Sign the papers so I can Go.

But Every time the doctors Ask, your Answer is always No.

I Don’t want to be someone’s Burden.

I Don’t want to become another Sad Song.

I Don’t want to become some kind of Money pit.

Please, don’t make me Stay too Long.

The Seasons have Changed so many times.

I’ve been Moved to one of the Back rooms.

There’s Dust and Cobwebs in all the Corners.

This Building has become my Tomb.

Finally, there’s no more Reasons to keep me here

The Money pit has all run Dry.

They begin to Remove the wires and tubes.

It’s Time to let me Die.

I Don’t want to be someone’s Burden.

I Don’t want to become another Sad Song.

I Don’t want to become some kind of Money pit.

Please, don’t make me Stay too Long.

Slowly, the Sounds began to fade,

My once Dark world gets even Darker.

No One to cry or hold my hand.

Just a Man in Black with a White collar.

He Waves his hand from Left to Right,

Then Up and Down to say Goodnight.

Where’s my Family and my Friends?

They’ve long since Gone before my End.

The machines stop Buzzing,

The lights stop Flickering,

and the Red Dot has Released me from my Prison.

There are no more Visitors,

No one’s Tears are flowing,

and it’s Time for me to go Home.

I am No longer anyone’s Burden.

Time to Play the Ending to my Sad song.

Now a Grave marker sits at the head of my Pit.

Please, Tell me…

“Why did you make me Stay too Long?”