Disassociating from myself,
I now feel like an illusion.
It’s already been said, that I am easily lead astray.
I’m sorry about this.
Ending, I can get by.
Disassociating, I spend hours outside of my head,
Suicide watching.
You can pretend in the almost paranoia.
Ending, I can get by.
Straying from one day to the next,
everybody’s falling to the wayside
It’s recognized how I survived,
I can get by.
© Amara Hope Melechi
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