Poetry

as it begins
you claw at your skin
the fuzziness takes hold
and you start to go
you float away
far far away
you are gone
and parts take control
will you ever feel whole?
that doesnt seem likely
you start to see
just how broken you are
just how dissociated you are
memories swallow you up
and you start to cry
you want peace
just some space from this hell your living in
but you never get peace
or release
you just keep on surviving
because that is what survivors do

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Author: manyofus1980

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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