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I don't feel
I can't think
I'm lost in a silence
That only breathing breaks
I can't sleep
I can't dream
I want someone
To be here with me
I can't write
I can't move
I want to ask
But my voice can't be heard
I can't cry
I can't tell
I'm stuck in a world
Where only pain is my help
I can't stop
I can't yell
I can't breathe
To cry out for help
I can't hear
I can't see
I've gone much too far
I need help
I'm so helpless
Can't anyone see
I'm locked up inside
Like a baby that can't scream
So helpless

Raevynn
February 12, 2002

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