standing here.
feeling nothing, yet everything all at once.
undulating between calm and fits of uncontrolled emotions.
I think that if you just reach out to me everything will be okay,
but my mind knows the truth and breaks my heart with pleasure.
standing here.
knowing that my mind is broken, twisted and never resting.
hoping that I can find something to help me fill the void someday.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
