I miss writing
I miss the way it felt to hear keyboard keys clacking
and the way it felt to hear my heart
emptying
I miss being able to get out of bed
being able to go out with my friends
depression has a way of turning a person
into a shell and taking
everything away
the ink in my blood
dried to nothing
perpetual numbness
where once was thought, emotion,
something
at least I think there used to be