I can't shake this emptiness feeling.
I carry it like a weight cuffed to my soul.
Oh, whatever shall I do?
I sit in class.
Thinking it could be my last.
Till the teacher says...
Emotionally detached you are sweetie.
How does she know?
I am flabbergased.
Don't worry she speaks.
You see I am the same.
Do not feel ashamed.
I cry out, I don't want to be like this.
She says it isn't bad. It is meant to keep you safe.
I want to love I scream with a tear.
Oh but you do honey she says.
Your body loves you enough to hide all the pain that's inside you.
You are more loved than you know.
Your body keeps you from breaking your soul.
I understand after I had time to consider.
Putting my hand on my heart to hear a whisper.
Nothing echos back.
She tells me to close my eyes And count to three.
One.
Two.
Three.
Open.
Read pages 28-76 on Personality Disorders.
I'll see you I'll in class Wednesday.