Four white walls,
an endless stream of beeps.
I am alive yet not alive,
here but not here.

Crash.
My mind spins in spirals
as I tumble through a cyclone.
A mix of emotions cross the blasting air, blurs of various colours whip all around, a force begins itching at my skull, scratching my nerves and veins, pulling and ripping my limbs until blackness consumes me, Crash.

The memories kick through my broken brain
like torn puzzle pieces that will never fit.
I am a jagged scar that will never heal--
marred by one accident.
Crash.

Four white walls,
an endless stream of beeps.
I am alive, yet not alive,
here, but not here.