911

This is it. 

I'm out of fight.

I end up wrong 

Even when I'm right.

I tried so hard

But my best efforts have failed.

I'm at my wits' end

And stuck in jail

With no way out 

'Cause I can't make bail.

I sit tight and wait for You

Because, to be frank, 

What else can I do?

I lie beneath the weeping willows

And listen to the song of swallows.

Spring brings the promise of new life

But I feel like I've been stabbed with a knife.

You need to get here if You're anywhere about.

Time's of the essence and I'm bleeding out.

I see a white light as I lay here,

In desperate need of intensive care.