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