Staring at the lazily unmoving wall
Breathe in, breathe out.
"Why can't I get enough air?"
Staring off into space
"What is this place?"
Wondering if I'm even there.
Laying in bed on a sleepless night
"What if I suddenly died?"
Picking out the huge gaps in my mind
Those times I couldn't remember
No matter how hard I tried.
"Will you listen to me?"
"Do you see what I see?"
"Why don't I feel like you do?"
"Will you help?"
"Will you care?"
"Are you really here?"
"Who am I even talking to?"
Asking as much as I dare.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The dark is too much to bear.
There's an audience in my head
They poke and prod around, spying.
"My thoughts."
"Our thoughts."
It's all in my head, and yet
"Mine."
"Ours."
"I wish I was dead."
Walking aimlessly through life
Never able to mentally unwind
Because of all the obtrusive thoughts I collect
"Am I alive?"
As if I'm picking up every little thing I find.
C'mon, keep going,
Your weakness is showing,
And the world is never slowing.
Breathe in, breathe out.
But I can't keep going.
Breathe in, breathe out.
In and out.
Reality is just a game.
Games end, like they do,
And we all go back home,
To the ground from whence we came.
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Reality:Disconnected
PoetryA poem that I originally wrote to be about depersonalization/disrealization disorder, but ended up touching upon and being relatable to the sufferers of numerous mental disorders, such as the aforementioned DDD, DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder)...
