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IN THE I.C.U.
I.V.; heart monitor Things stuck to body parts Tubes and wires leading to machines Hospital gown no jewelry or watch No underwear feel so naked Laid out for all to see Is this me? Crabby nurse She hates to be here(?) Does she see me? Am I Here? Hmm---my fingernails are so long Look---I can dig into my wrist! I can scratch with my nails They didn't think about that They think I'm safe But look what I can do with just my nails Ha! They don't even see me. They don't really care I'm a Criminal taking up a room... taking up their time... A Criminal. I tried to KILL MYSELF. Hmm---these nails are inadequate Skin's too tough Is anyone there?! Hello... Can anyone Help?! Does anyone Care? I'm Sorry! I know I don't deserve it, But could someone Please... Anyone... please... hold my... Hand?
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