to our therapist…

Parts of me have fallen

While others still stand

Pieces of me are shattered

Will you still hold my hand

Fragment after fragment

Comes to show its pain

And all I am wondering

Is what you have to gain

You made a promise

To be here for me its true

But I never could believe it

Not through and through

Shattered parts of me

Do not know how to trust

And they live daily

Only to do what they must

Your words are like a rope

Holding me from falling

But their voices cut deep

Distrust they keep calling

I am stuck in the middle

Between them and you

Afraid to take a step forward

So for now Im stuck in glue

Help me if you can

Relieve this torture Im in

Rescue me from myself

So that true healing can begin

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Author: Carol Anne

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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