I used to be able to fix my pieces together.
After an episode,
I could try,
I survived being whole again.
But not this time
Not this season.
Things are falling apart,
The center has ceased to hold.
I stare at myself in the mirror,
And I cannot tell the person I am.
The person in there is a splitting image of me.
But her soul,
Her mind feels so foreign.
She’s splitting into two;
An awkward crossroad
Between evil and good.
Now her day bleeds into nightfall.
She knows her strength has failed her.
The longings, killing her,
But her psyche is far away from home.
And her sense of remorse is dying.
But she knows,
She has to come home.
No other safe haven could come close!
But she’s sad
But it’s all a charade
A forever façade.
She’s splitting into two
And none of the image,
She can boldly say it’s hers.
At least she knows,
That she’s tearing down apart.
And she needs a saving
Before she drowns deep inside and out!
Most times the battles we fight start from within.
To anyone who has been dealing with so much inside themselves that they are losing themselves, it’s not over yet.
Seek Help. Talk to a trusted friend.