depersonalization
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Is it the false seeping through the cracks of truth,or streams of truth in an ocean of false. Criss-crosses of evil caging humanity...making it barely visible except,at those when it counts the most, Or humanity wrapping the chains of evil, hiding
The mind can disconnect from the body when it is too painful to be in our vessel.
Almost like a complete decapitation of the head, but the body is still of use.
Now why would a person do that?
detached from myself I need
another to fill me
still alone but useful
still alone but in the center
each action has a reaction
giving each move a purpose
a reason
a care
my mind is an airplane
when is it going to land?
searching in the sky for life's biggest question
when is it going to end?
the cause of this is like
stars bursting in the night
impoding to escape from reality
stuck in a natural galaxy
Tortured mind
Tortured soul
Where am I?
Where to go?
Always on the run
With no road
Where is paradise?
The world is too fast—
Or is it too slow?
Is there even such a thing as
"Just right?"
Sometimes I experience depersonalization (where I don’t feel like a person; don’t recognize my hands; can’t remember basic facts about myself).
A friendly face,
for friends and family,
naive grins, boisterous laughs,
plastered across their visage.
A familiar fellow,
warm, kind, and blithe,
never a stranger, or visitor,
Death. I’m slowly dying.
My world leaves me furiously crying.
My fight is forever fleeting.
My soul being eaten while my flesh being beaten.
My drive constantly diminishing.
Smoldered eyes stare back in a glaze
Her purple lips and skin like a maze
The icy touch of Death is bare
The color of death in her strands of hair
Her flesh now paler than snow
As she lie in her grave below
If I were to lose you now
I don't know where I'd be.
You took your last bow
On the stage where you once felt free.
My tears would become streams,
With horrible feelings; the colour black.
sitting here all alone...No one to hold me tight.
As the frowning comes,the tears appear...the razor comes out...I notice, its clean
no blood, no skin, nothing
Deep underwater
Remnants of the past twinkle
Trapping all who grasp for their comfort
The cold, unforgiving comfort
Of a wanted past
And a watery future.
People are ignorant, thinkng she wont run away into the cornfield
She screams, shes online, she hides under her protective shield
Shes hiding away in the cornfield
She posts, no one cares, her wounds unhealed
You sicken me that time in my past,
when you played with me
like I was a puppet a show for all of hell
to see. My motions little,
my emotions running rapid
like the heart beat in my chest
