i'm still standing

Walking into that building, i wanted out, However, this surgery I would not live without. Lying on that table in that paper like gown, Slowly losing consciousness as my brain shuts down. Finally awake i look at my surroundings, But I can barely see, and my heart starts pounding. That week i spent staring with my one eye at the wall, Holding it in and trying not to ball. Needles and tubes coming out of my skin, Nurses checking in with a soft but cold grin. It hurts to move and it hurts to live, So to sleep, my life i give. Aching for some love, some friends, My faith and hope, it does descend. My last time on that table, To leave this place, now I am able. All bandaged up and ready to part, Little did I know this was only the start. A few days go by and everyone forgets, They all move around me like faint silhouettes. But no, not me though i do try, Because I always will have the reminder in my eye. A wound that tells the story of pain, Something that I find hard to explain. Sometimes I feel i'm coming apart at the seams, Drowning in my thoughts and screams. Despite all this i will not curl up small, Despite all this, I’m still standing after all.