I am strong but fragile.
I feel the weight crumbling my exterior mask.
I feel the need to isolate so no one can see me.
I feel my emotions on my face.
I hold Back the tears and I feel the pain in my stomach.
My thirst is unquenching, and the darkness unrelenting.
I am pushing it away trying to overcome it.
It roots deep inside me as I try to expel all the negativity.
I feel my self growing weaker.
A paleness spreads across my face.
I get up and move as fast as my broken self will take me.
I see the light fading from my eyes as I lose the struggle.
There are spots dancing in my eyes as I feel the floor creeping closer.
I move to stimulate myself and catch myself from falling.
The numbness starts in my hands and travels down my legs.
I search for something cold to snap me out of this.
I clench the ice tightly as I feel it help me calm.
I am now Back at center.
Wondering where do I belong.
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My Dissolution
PoesíaA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.