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: 
Our world



Such an amazingly written poem.

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