Wore plaid pajama pants,
we slept in rooms with the hospital lights on.
Trudged through sanitized hallways,
we contemplated death in deathless rooms.
Took our anti-depressants dutifully,
we gazed out the window wistfully for freedom.
Sang songs of sorrow and serenity,
we hoped the melodies would echo down the dead hallways.
Ate our monitored meals,
we wanted to go home and sleep under our own blankets.
Wished for the end of this dull pain,
we craved death and coveted life.
Anything other than this meaningless existence.