Here is something that i wrote when i was in the hospital

When i first got here,I felt dead.

From my broken arm to my throbbing head.

I thought it was all downhill with nothing to gain.

However your smiling face kept me sane.

It kept me to keep going strong.

And turned me away from wrong.

It steered me in the direction that was right.

I helped you as you helped I.

And together we can fly.

"telling Layla's story spoken

'bout how all her bones r broken

hammers fall on all the pieces

two months in the cover creases

fully alive"