_(Note: I’m sorry if this isn’t great, I am not a poet by heart<3 this is just something I wrote a long time ago when I was in a dark place mentally)_

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How are you doing today?

What is bothering you?_**

The flesh of my fingers

gouge the couch cushions,

although they never

leave a mark.

**_What do you think your purpose in life is?_**

My footsteps

no longer make sound,

silent steps over

crunchy leaves.

**_How often do you have suicidal thoughts?_**

My voice is still heard

by no one but me,

but sometimes I dream

someone can hear me speak.

**_Do you have someone you can confide in?_**

Others pass through me

much like how I passed through

the realms of Life and

Death.

**_How often do you think about death?_**

The Grim Reaper

whispered a question into my ear

when I first walked the path

of timeless infinity.

. . .

_What is the one thing you wish_

_you could have changed_

_with your time on the desolate _

_Earth?_

. . .

The burning wind

whipped my hair into a frenzy;

_perhaps this is just a terrible, terrible_

_dream._

**_Are you still listening?_**

With my cooling hands, I trace the path

of my ribs, my heartbeat

vibrating in my ears

despite my own mortality.

**_Do you need a moment?_**

I stretched my arms wide,

tears dripping down my

empty, lifeless face.

_I wanted to change the world,_

I answered.

Around us, the world burned.

**_Hello?

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_****_Are you still with me?

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_****_Wake up._**