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Blank

Blank

Am I dying
or am I dead?
I can't feel
like I once did.
Nothing makes since
and nothing feels right,
I don't feel pain
but only blank.

I want to feel again.
I feel nothing but regret
and worst of all
I could care less.

What is misery
when you feel less?
What is pain
when all is blank?
What is joy
when nothing is left?
What is the point
when all is blank?

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Tony Taylor

The BLANK that you speak so poetically of here.... is something I once experienced...... it lead me into depression's most nightmarish places...... Ultimately I wound up in a hospital for 30 days!!.......I was 24 years old..... And I am SO HAPPY that I made it through those days of "Blankness"...... I've found so much joy and happiness on the other side of that time in my life!!......thanx for sharing this dear poet sister!!.....I hope it has helped you to write it down...... to make some kind of sense out of the BLANKNESS!!.......ALL STARS!!..... well done!!..... nice to see you on the pages again girlfriend!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✴❤?

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sparrowsong

Hello Madison...

About 9% of adults suffer with depression...

There's a Battlefield of the Mind...

I am not one for joining the statistics and I know when I 'm dead...

I won't conform to the World, those who do they can probably relate to you, I just don't know if they can help you or just agree with you...

Great awareness write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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