I feel a shell of myself, with no one to help. I wish I could find that vacant part of myself.

I'm hollow inside, my pain starts to collide. Bouncing angles of random, like a rubber ball dropped in a canyon.

I can't feel my brain, it screams from within. While my face is on my outside staring in.

My body shakes, torn in two at my spine. One part wants to fight, while the other wants to hide.

The turmoil I feel, the confusion is within. Encompassed by the pain which battles deep under my skin.

I wish just once I could be my old self, but maybe that person really belongs of the shelf.

I've taken my old me and placed him in a box in my closet. Hopefully someday I will learn that this new self has made a deposit.

I'm investing in me and confronting my tears. Stronger I am now after shedding my fears.

I will not allow the stress from within to be my disorder. I will not give up, let pain win and I will bring my soul back to order.