Seeking Help
In escaping punishment, I had failed.
When the ambulance came, the pain hit like hail.
Where imagination stops, hallucinations take off.
The stupor I was in made the hard pillows seem soft.
I would wake up feeling like I was tumbling.
And I would hope that there was something I could take that was numbing.
I would feel cold, as if going into shock.
And confused as if my head was hit with a rock.
But I would rather be stricken than complain.
As seeking help in here is in vain.
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