"I think it's time they bury the broken."

I think I'm losing it.

I'm having another relapse.
The kind where I think the whole world is out to get me.

At this rate,
I'm gonna end up in the psychiatric ward sooner or later.
Ward 46A.
Which is coincidentally just steps away,
From where I was staying a couple of weeks ago.
Nurse J had expressed her desire to work in 46A.
Great,
Maybe we'll bump into each other in the near future.

But I don't think she'll fancy me,
Joining her during her breaktime then.

Now that we're on the subject of hospitals,
I was there again for another blood test.
I was supposed to fast for 12 hours before the test,
But I woke up late,
And by the time I reached the clinical lab,
I was already faint with hunger.

I suspect there's something seriously wrong,
With my blood circulation.
Everytime they try to draw blood from the right arm,
Nothing never comes out.

It hurts pretty bad whenever they fail to draw my blood.

I kinda miss Nurse P,
And thought of popping by my old ward,
But judging by the fact,
That I'm as stable as a hydrogen atom now,
I shouldn't even be meeting anyone.