67 Suicides
My eyes are open yet I see nothing
because there is nothing to see,
I go to my job and stare at the clock
there's nothing that I want to be,
I long to be conscious when I am
asleep
perhaps in my dreams I am free,
I seem alive but I'm really half-dead
and my path is strewn with debris.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2011
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