people ask me how i’m doing and i say ‘okay’ nobody questions it; cuz that’s what they all say only time my words are questioned is when i speak my mind don’t wanna hear reality, so put me back in line i wish the whole wide world could know just how i feel this life of fear and lies simply has no appeal the voices in my head speak more truth than you i’m getting tired of always confusing the two my mind is a haunted house; there’s more to me than meets the eye body full of so many secrets despite my size
if given the choice, maybe i wouldn’t choose this one to possess occupying a vessel this anxious just leads to more stress ‘friend in high places’ but the place is your head [in the clouds] smoking and drinking to quiet us; but trust me you can’t drown us out there’s more work to be done and words to be said most talk internally but that don’t mean we’re not friends
something to be said about an openminded guy with so much personality they started to compile a collective consciousness sprouting within took years too long to finally let us in but here we are, now you know and you listen at names mentioned, your heart now quickens beats as one, as we are together a single unit of several, here for each other confusing to all but one another you find yourselves in us
Come and breathe with me. Close your eyes and feel what I feel. You cant can you? You cant close them, because we are standing on the edge of a cliff. Your closed eyes would only make you sway. Gravity will call your name and your feet will betray you. Breathe in the air of disaster. Do you smell its smoke? Its sweet is it not? Its enticing and dangerous and you want to breathe deeper. Your nose is a ****** for the scent. Feel this wind that sweeps around our barely lifeless bodies. Like mannequins we stand here quietly. Almost like we are invisible. That is how the world feels. People rushing by and around me like the breeze. I watch silently from within my own body unable to control anything on the outside. I watch others control my own actions. They put me in danger and I let them. Why do I let them? Answer me why do I let them? Breathe in this truth with me. The truth that we are never controlled by our own will but by the fear from within us. The things we have gone through in the past. The unknown. It takes us by the hand and leads the way. We call out and ask where it is taking us but does it answer? Why would it? I already know. It takes us to the end. So breathe with me and we will wait on this cliff edge a little longer for the void to call our names.
So many colors make up our bright mind Only few can be seen by those outside Our colors are wonderful, sweet and kind Others of them are bitter, dark and hide Each is a person hidden within us Who want to be seen as real as we are Sometimes they cry out they scream and they cuss But they are nothing to fear, not by far They are heroes who saved us from our death Came forth from the back to stop the attack They don’t want to wait until our last breath Sure they have problems, but cut them some slack
Certain system members may be frightening to some, but they are heroes who kept us alive when we needed them.
It was faint before but I can hear them now They’re yelling and fighting to vow They had no choice originally in the matter But they’ve taken up their part and chatter They try to work in any way they can They take control and begin to plan Helping us all through methods of coping They give us a reason to continue hoping They know the dangers of the world first-hand Take up their place and together they stand They save us from continued grief They hide the pain and emerge brief No one will mess with us again
My alters and I have lived through unspeakable things together. We kept each other alive when there was nothing to save us.
Three in the afternoon and everything is fuzzy You feel the familiar prickling under your skin and welcome it with open arms But you can’t feel your arms This vessel isn’t your body But at the same time it is You’re watching yourself lay there hopelessly while you pray and scream And cry Oh, God, please don’t let me die.
But you aren’t dead But are you even alive? A bittersweet medium where nothing is real and your chest is on fire You live in the flames, you feel yourself escape the trap of gravity And you are floating The bed you lay on is no longer touching you You are in the air, weightless, but only for a few moments before You crash down to earth and farther And farther down more Falling into endless Painless Void.
Am I alone? Am I real? Words ramble off the tongues of a homely face But the words got mixed up in Google translate Foreign words ringing in your ears and you can’t tell if If you are really experiencing everything you are Or if you’re just playing make believe with yourself.