I`m sick lying on the hospital bed.
Staring at the blank wall,
Smelling the antiseptic smell,
Machines beeping, blinking, and hissing all around me.
The IV drip is irritating the top of my wrist.
I`m scared, the nurse comes in telling me they are analyzing the test results.
I don`t want to wait.
The next morning the doctors give me pitied looks.
It made me uneasy.
The nurse came in. She said the test results were positive…for cancer.
I want to grab her legs and beg her to test again.
But thanks to the wires I can`t.
It's the worst feeling in the world,
To know there`s over a 75% chance you`re going to die.
The only thing left to do is analyze my own life,
from this hospital bed,
waiting for the morning I wouldn`t wake up.
A/N: this was actually a poem i wrote before i got into hetalia but i changed it a tiny bit and i figured it worked great for japan~ enjoy i`m trying to write more than just seychelles ALL THE TIME lol