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Recently I have been so out of touch

The things that used to matter, don’t matter as much

I’ve sat, staring at blank pages just waiting for the inspiration to spark

But I found myself just staring at the page until the world goes dark



It feels as though if something is missing

something has disappeared from my life

I wish that I could find it; someway, somehow

But where to start looking is what I do not know



Most of the time I just feel empty,

Like there is nothing on the inside

Just a black pit of darkness

Where the demons like to hide



Do I feel psychotic?

No.  That’s not really it.

But day by day I seem to get worse

awaiting that final ride in a hearse

Anxiety, depression, obsession.



Three words that define what I have become;

it’s not that I like these diagnoses

but they are all I have to hold on