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crying A Sunday Poem crying

My mind is like a blank artist's canvas
no thoughts, but the feels of being anxious
similar to a writer with writer's block
with people that think it's all a big crock

I fight against what I feel
others say it's not a big deal
They can't know what I go through
to always feel just so blue

My Brain and mind feels like it dead
That time flys by fast I do dread
Missing out on every day fun
makes me feel sad and very undone

My mind feels blank, like a big empty cave
makes me feel like i need to be saved.
I always feel like i'm on automatic
But people say I'm just being dramatic.