Honestly?
I draw a blank
I'm out of ideas
I can't write a single thing
Words don't process like they used to
I'm scared I'm losing my feel
My real world is very similar to the normal
Is this what it feels like to be free?
I feel no weight
No pressure on my mind
I no longer fix myself
Since nothing appears loose
I think I'm now part of the white noise
And can't feel my pencil on paper
I don't feel the story
I speak without thought
Almost like I can't speak
And honestly
It feels so uncomfortable
To not feel anyone
Or to be as deep
As I once was.
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Gold In The Water
ŞiirGold 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...
