Dissociation is a bitch / Untitled Poem
Aug. 29th, 2024 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In honor of dissociation kicking my ass and my efforts at prolonged exposure trauma therapy, here is a poem/maybe future lyrics about dissociation--specifically, the moody sort of dissociation where you can't ground and are only able to feel the frustration/irritation around that.
[Untitled]
RAGE AGAINST THE DISTANCE!
KILL THE GHOST!
BURN THE DIVIDE!
I WANT TO FEEL!
LET IT KILL ME IF IT MEANS I CAN SCREAM!
PUNCH THE INVISIBLE WALL IF IT MEANS MY KNUCKLES BLEED!
I WILL BREAK THIS IF IT BREAKS ME
I DEMAND THAT IT BREAKS ME
I COMMAND IT TO BREAK ME!
MARK MY WORDS,
I WILL FEEL
I WILL FEEL
I WILL FEEL!
[Untitled]
RAGE AGAINST THE DISTANCE!
KILL THE GHOST!
BURN THE DIVIDE!
I WANT TO FEEL!
LET IT KILL ME IF IT MEANS I CAN SCREAM!
PUNCH THE INVISIBLE WALL IF IT MEANS MY KNUCKLES BLEED!
I WILL BREAK THIS IF IT BREAKS ME
I DEMAND THAT IT BREAKS ME
I COMMAND IT TO BREAK ME!
MARK MY WORDS,
I WILL FEEL
I WILL FEEL
I WILL FEEL!