Life has no Meaning
Psych wards often lack mirrors
Out of fear that they will be broken
We cannot watch our faces stain with tears
That privilege evades the hopless
Yet still I remember staring at that wall
In the bathroom above the sink outside the stall
I stared at bricks with the paint flaking off
And in the nothingness, a reflection is what I saw
I saw that I was broken and didn't want to heal
That I was grieving for the things
I had forgotten how to feel
Despite my diagnosis
I'd say I've never had depression
Despite my semicolon, all I had was symptoms
Death was the logical escape
A coward's way out but a more gentle fate
And when that too failed
Everyone's words were the same
"It's gonna get better"
But how long am I to wait?
As of now, half a decade
And my stance has begun to change
Living is enough
I do not owe you a reason
I exist for myself and this world is better with me in it
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