ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)

ᴅɪꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Continuing to overwhelm myself with the panic that stalks me constantly,
I allow it to finally rot my brain,
Leaving it decayed and decomposing,
whilst all the other emotions and surrounding thoughts leave me numb and unbothered.

Whatever has gotten me into this state I' m not sure of,
Although it's not like I am sure of anything anyway;
The doubt and uncertainty I have for this world is unbearable for me,
Even though I am the one to blame.

With the same dissociating mindset,
I begin to, once again, reconsider everything:
I begin to wonder if I am actually real, alive, breathing.
I begin to wonder if anything actually makes sense anymore.

Overwhelmed, exhausted and confused,
I no longer feel like I am part of this world:
Detached, disconnected, and dissociated.
I'm sorry.

(Idk what I was hoping to construct either... Mb for the very strange connection between the stanzas!!)