I don't think you understand I feel nothing and I can't do anything about it I simply feel nothing the way I see the world is so ******* up I can't touch anything all I hear is white noise the world is two dimensional and meaningless and unreal and I don't think you understand what this is who this makes me how my emotions aren't mine how I can't comprehend a single word and I can't control a word that comes out of my mouth this, this is what I am I'm a monster in the making
Ugh I'm on a church retreat right now and all I wanted to do was post a poem the whole time. But to be serious, I suffer from de realization or possibly depersonalization, which are both dissociative disorders, but derealization is characterized by spacing out and felling disconnected from the body. While this may not sound awful, it affects my day to day life in more ways than you could imagine. I'm not trying to complain, but I know I need help but I dont want to tell anyone. I need help but I can't get it. So anyway, that's what this poem is about