Am I alive?
My pulse is normal,
So is my breathing rate.
Yet something's missing,
Something crucial within.
Life is grey,
Yet I only see black.
Like someone's taken all the joy of the world,
And put it far away, in a sack.
My hobby is staring at walls,
Wishing they'd crumble.
Even after eating a lot,
My stomach continues to grumble.
I feel poor,
Though there's money in my bank.
Sometimes I feel,
That I'm just a blank.
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