Description: I've attempted suicide twice. once 5 years ago and once 2 months ago. I'm finally recognizing that it was nothing on the outside that was wrong, but what was on the inside, an emptiness, like my actions were mechanical.
Apathy and Empathy -------------------------------------------
Time never changed.
It took 5 years to figure it out.
I was ok then and ok now.
The edge of a knife didn't seem to cut right.
I've learned now the difference
between nothing being wrong
and nothing being what's wrong
The only real change came from perception
I can see it in poetry.
The early works against the recent ones.
The differences in my thoughts.