I'm here. I'm barely alive, but I'm here.
You're alive, too. Here, with me.
Alone are you? Not with me. You see, I have the same thing you do.
Don't believe me? How about those voices in your head?
Darling, I know. The mind will warp us into man-made cages. Warp and warp and warp until there is no human left. No thoughts will be left behind and then the overwhelming silence takes over.
We're fragile, hon. Fragile like glass, like snow. It doesn't matter how much we can handle the cold. Sickness of the mind can occur if you're not too careful.
A.W.
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Gold In The Water
PoetryGold In The Water is a collection of poetry written by a patient diagnosed with multiple personality disorders and lives on the brink of comfortable insanity every single day. This patient is required to write their thoughts and feelings in the form...
