what do you miss?
what do you feel?
nothing
what do you miss?
breathing
why are you sad?
because i am alive
who did this to you?
nobody
what do you love most?
emptiness
how does it feel to laugh?
it feels like a cracked bell, ringing, spintering into pieces
and then my psychiatrist said 'maybe life isn't for everyone'
This poem is about:
Me