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Saturday, May 1, 2010

a voice mail for Mom

Yes, Mom,
I am a tortured artist,
because when I cry
I don't need a reason why.

When I cry it is like there is a hole
gnawing at my chest
and the only way to fill
it is to sob.

When I cry people ask
Are you okay?
and no,
I'm not o-fucking-kay.

I feel like I am dying,
drowning in undefined pain.

But you want to know why?
Why do I cry?

I cry because I'm afraid.

I cry because when the feeling
starts I don't know if it
will ever stop.

2 comments:

  1. i only recently have begun to feel a strange empty depression that you described. it comes and goes, but when it comes, i don't know if it will ever stop. so i understand. it's probably the scariest feeling i've ever had.

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  2. Oh no! I'm sorry, Kelsey. It's really scary. I hope that it doesn't last long for you

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