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

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