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Comatose

Screaming at the top of my lungs,
Throat raw and ragged,
And yet I make no sound.
 
Blood pouring from my wrists,
Ragged gashes forming a railroad up my arms,
And yet all that remain are the scars.
 
Tears pouring endlessly,
Like so many waterfalls threatening to drown me,
And yet my eyes are dry.
 
Wanting with all my being,
To rise and do something, anything,
And yet unable to so much as twitch my fingertips.
 
Completely blinded by the darkness,
Deaf from the screaming,
Mute from the tears,
Numb from the pain,
Totally alone in my head,
Comatose.
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