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I'm very empty
In more ways than one
Sure, my stomach is empty
My mind is too
But my heart is,
And that I'm not used to

And I can tell because I lay awake in my bed, staring out the window
Or because im distracted in class
Staring at the floor, and it takes a few tries to get me to snap out of it
Maybe it's because I don't care about my grades anymore
Or because I realized
That you can't wake from a nightmare
If you aren't asleep

Now listen,
I've taken all the steps
I drink the oof sploosh
I eat green shit
I go under the giant fireball in the sky
I talk to other apes like myself
I've tried to filter my feelings into my paintings
Or writing

But sometimes
Some people
aren't meant to be saved, I guess
I mean, I'm
Okay with that I think
If everyone was happy,
It would be kind of weird

And I wouldn't consider killing myself
Or hurting myself
Although sometimes I want to

I'm kind of just an empty shell
Drifting through the halls
Staying quiet, hardly noticed
Because im slowly fading from existence
And soon I'll just be a memory

I don't know

I think I'm okay with it

I never have any feelings, anyway
Occasional sadness
But I'm mainly numb or apathetic
Frustrated
That my mind
Is such a cranberry fucknut
That it won't make the happy chemical

[She sighed heavily]

I thought I had everything figured out
You know?

I was Bisexual, gender fluid
I was going to go to the Culinary Institute of America for pastry arts
The one in New York, closer to family
I was going to live with my bestfriend
We knew everything
How much the average rent costed
Or average groceries

But
.
.
.
I kind of just fell apart

And I hurt her alot

I guess I deserved losing a few friends though
Maybe I was too happy
Or maybe I did something wrong

I don't know
I never know anymore

I'm clueless

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