I was tripping so hard
I thought I was dead.
I ran off the road
and fractured my head.
They sewed me all up...
69 stitches in red.
Somebody tell me
my friend isn't dead.
How do I tell them?
Her parents, I mean...
To say that she's dead;
do I look green?
Please pull the plug
before I awake.
I just cannot face them,
I cannot be fake.
Oh, here they come.
Mrs. Ingalls is crying.
Believe me, for real!
To die, I am trying.
They open the door
and stand by my bed.
Mr. Ingalls puts his
hand on my head.
I opened my eyes
and saw his of blue.
Something had told me
they already knew.
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