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what does one write
when ones mind is white,
when the screen is blank
and the words aren't right?
what can one say
at the end of the day
when the scars fade metallic
and the eyes turn gray?
how does one speak
when the pills hit their peak
and the numbness they feel
isn't what they seek?
how can one go on
when the feelings are gone
but the wrist-slashing needs
still attack after dawn?
what really is fixed
when the medicines' mixed
but the body grows pale
and no feelings exist?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world