Depression

Why is it that you have no emotion?
How do you keep yourself in motion?
What do you do to keep living life?
Why do you start talking with the cuts from your knife?

You say you do not feel joy
Yet you play like a toy
You say everything is a trick
Yet you never get pricked

You say you do not feel sorrow
Yet you act like there is no tomorrow
You say you do not fear tears
Yet you never once shed one

You say you do not feel pain
Yet your wrists have blood stains
You told me to not worry
Yet you never told me your story

Why is it that you have no emotion?
How do you keep yourself in motion?
What do you do to keep living life?
Why do you start talking with the cuts from your knife?

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