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My body moves from room to room My mind thinks, unobstructed I eat and drink and wake and sleep I work and play and work again And yet I am completely, entirely, pathetically, idle. I walk and talk, and scan with my eyes As if they weren't hollow inside In truth, even if I had life enough to run I would still be consumed by a stillness, because Dear friend, I feel precisely nothing at all. Don't be deceived. I am as empty as i have ever been, And ever could be.
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
Emotional Comatose
My body moves from room to room My mind thinks, unobstructed I eat and drink and wake and sleep I work and play and work again And yet I am completely, entirely, pathetically, idle. I walk and talk, and scan with my eyes As if they weren't hollow inside In truth, even if I had life enough to run I would still be consumed by a stillness, because Dear friend, I feel precisely nothing at all. Don't be deceived. I am as empty as i have ever been, And ever could be.
ive written a lot of poems about apathy and this is my least favorite by far but i really like the phrase "emotional comatose"
#apathy#depression#comatose#emotions#mentalillness#mask
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milkcarton
M/Nowhere, USA
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
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