"Dissociation"

"Dissociation" 

KH 

 

 

Who am I? 

Where am I? 

When am I? 

 

 

 

 

Imagine a train station; empty, quiet, sullen, somber, modest. 

You're there, the only one, and then, a sudden short of breath; you're suffocating! 

Someone's coming!  

But this train station (hold on to this train station, do not let it slip into the milky darkness). 

This train station is empty, the air in it is clear for breathing. 

But somehow, this train station is getting congested, slowly, one by one, the personas fall in line. 

There is something well on its' way. A sense of separation. But it comes surprising at it's own pace. You won't even be able to figure it out; the change. The change, your breath, your speed in which you walk at, the verbal association, the language, vocabulary, all of it will change. But by the time it does, you've already invested in a multitude of geysers: their water, spewing out at the top of their heads; your mind splitting from the constant change. The need to feel as if you're accepted. The paranoia will set it all in perspective. 

You'll understand, as if suddenly, a light has gone off in your mind. 

"Oh! 

So this 

Is what it feel like 

To die 

To almost  

Feel  

A sudden change 

A sudden 

Change 

A sense of the word 

Your being 

Torn from the constant editing 

Editing 

Flaws 

Editing 

Everything wrong with you 

Constantly 

Changing 

A new life every 

Single day 

But the disappointment of figuring it all out then 

At that moment 

Discovering you haven't really changed 

You've stayed 

The same 

But your delusions  

Will make you believe otherwise 

Oh, those delusions 

They have a mind of their own then 

At that time 

When you've caved 

When you've let your guard down after 

Hoping 

That they'd go away on their own 

Oh, but that 

Is when they are at their strongest 

They 

Delusion 

Your delusions 

As if they were human 

They are not human 

Your delusions 

Are not human 

But your human instincts will tell you have faith 

And your human instincts will tell you to believe that soon 

This 

Will all 

Be over 

Soon 

Someday 

Oh, those who think they can outsmart the ones who have been past outsmarted 

The ones who have learned of its' malicious ways 

The student becomes the teacher 

And at that moment 

You are no longer validated 

Because you have let it in too deep 

And after letting it in so deep 

What do you think will rid you of them? 

Medication?" 

 

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[FaeryQueen]

the answer is nothing, nothing will rid you of them