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[moes]

The water falls down my face, like raindrops from the sky.
...but I know better.

These emotions are all in grays, mixing together like watercolor paint
I don't understand any of them!
Have I gone insane? Do I not understand another person's pain?
I try to empathize but I can't be sure if I feel anything.

Maybe what's truly here is just one thing:
A selfishness that digs in deep and scoops out everything.

As much as I want to apologize, do I really feel sorry?
I don't know anymore, someone please tell me.

I want my existence to be confirmed by somebody.
I want someone to tell me what's really happening to me.

My pen runs across the paper, words scattered on pages
But when I blink several times to see what I've written:

There's nothing there.
There's nothing here.
There's nothing anywhere.

Where is the 'me' that used to have feeling, I ask.
But did they even exist to begin with?