Placebo
I empty myself
In words of poetry,
And surprise surprise
I'm left feeling empty.
There's no relief,
No weight being lifted.
Just meaningless words,
Feelings mimicked, not shifted.
Is it still a problem halved
If I share it with myself?
Spilling words on a page
Thinking it would help.
Pretending this art
Works as therapy.
I need a therapist
Instead of this poetry.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
