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screaming for help but his stolid mask

muffles the sound making it a whisper

that no one hears over their own suffering

trying to help others and mucking it up

at times this quagmire of issues manages

to work together as a cohesive whole

but it's times like these when I feel so alone

when I realize that everyone I know is gone

moved on, moved out, moved away

any way you spin it, they're all gone

and the ones who I put all my trust in

the ones who I anchored myself to

have gone and left me alone

it's at times like these that my mess

falls apart, that I FALL APART

but no one notices, I suffer in silence

the only remainder of these times

are either recorded on my skin

or recorded in these poems

which I am so prone to spewing out

making art from the mess I've made of myself

making this mess organized, for one fleeting moment

relieving the burden of a depression

deep enough to drown in, dark enough

to lose your way, and lose sight of what matters

lose sight of anything to keep you afloat.