this is something I wrote about dissociating, I recently opened up about it on my blog (it is on Spanish though, in case you want to check it out)
This sums up my experience pretty well, hope you enjoy-------------------
I often wonder if this is how I'm supposed to feel
I wonder if one day these voices will disappear
I'm exhausted and tired and hurting and scared
there's too many things that I can't comprehendsomething's not working, here in my brain
I'm somewhere but somehow I'm not quite there yet
I feel like my soul has just left my body
and I'm just a walking piece of fleshwill it stop? 'cause I'm going mad
I'm losing and wasting, don't know where I am
I want to go home, but i can't leave this place
there's something that's trapping me inside my headtapping my forehead to check I'm alive
to check I'm not dreaming and losing my mind
scratching my head to cope with this thing
thing I call distant realityi feel like the villain of my own story
I feel like the viewer of my own movie
nothing is real; nothing is funny
you're mad at me, I know, you can't fool me
YOU ARE READING
shit of mine ; poetry
Poetrypoems/verses/shit in my head warning: bad grammar and cringe