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I used to hold my own hand
And sing a lullaby into the darkness
To fall asleep
I'd lie on the floor and string chords together
And melancholy notes
Bit by bit
I think they all saw my blood
Splashed across that cozy bedroom
And thought
Just maybe
They could force those lost molecules back into my
StretchingStrivingWinding
Multicolored veins
I knew we weren't real all along
(Just rag dolls
Sloppily stitched together
Or some sort of
Hazy memory)
And if we did exist
Why would I feel so empty inside?
And sing a lullaby into the darkness
To fall asleep
I'd lie on the floor and string chords together
And melancholy notes
Bit by bit
I think they all saw my blood
Splashed across that cozy bedroom
And thought
Just maybe
They could force those lost molecules back into my
StretchingStrivingWinding
Multicolored veins
I knew we weren't real all along
(Just rag dolls
Sloppily stitched together
Or some sort of
Hazy memory)
And if we did exist
Why would I feel so empty inside?
Literature
Agoraphobia
I sit here, still,
unable to move.
I hear a noise
to my left? To my right?
I see a shadow,
off to the side,
or is it in front now?
It's heavy, no light, no?
What was that?
I feel
something.
On my shoulder?
No, maybe on my leg?
I know I need to move,
to get up,
to leave, but no,
cant, legs not working.
Limbs aren't responding.
A smell, hmm, different,
not normal, doesn't belong.
I try to understand,
but I don't.
Try to make sense,
but no sense found.
I force my arm,
force it to work, turn on light.
It'll be fine,
no need to worry.
Is something standing there?
I freeze, can't breathe.
Screaming silently,
Literature
Are You?
When I'm thinking of you,
Literature
Derealization
A world of black & white passing my eyesight
Trapped in a movie, sealed with no ending
A dreamlike state numbing my senses
Disconnected from my body, the world
Lost in a different time
The clock is ticking
But moving nowhere
Reality is slipping into an ocean of tar
Chronic nightmare..
When will I wake up?
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Such a powerful piece! I absolutely love your imagery, and your use of the bolded words to tell another message is intriguing. Beautiful job