I miss you Maybe this is misplaced Perhaps it is not you that I miss But him
Who is he, you ask My father of course Who else could it be But him
The gaping black hole that swallowed me whole 21 years ago The sheer density of which sucked me in and spat me out as a mere shadow of my former self I used to smile as a child and really mean it I used to feel safe
I feel worried that writing these words will send me into a spiral That I will lose my mind all over again Magical thinking Is a terrible thing
I reassure myself that the tingling in my fingers will go away if I don’t tend to it That it is only anxiety I wiggle my fingers to show myself That my mind has not once more trapped myself within it and held me hostage
The split second before they move I hold my breath Waiting to see If madness has once more taken hold
So you see I probably miss him and not you But I can never know As my body and mind will not let me go there
They protect me fiercely, crippling me at the same time This is the only way they know how Maybe one day I will learn to be safely connected With this dark void within me, from which my guardians have for all these years protected
Let’s go down the white road you said And down we went together We walked and walked in the beautiful snow Until one day you left me alone
It had never felt as cold as that day Everything turned hostile and grey I’m still there you know, shivering and alone And you live your life separately, to me unknown
Mind; If you are me and I am you Shouldn’t we work together, us two? In a prison cell devoid of autonomy Is how you make me feel, can’t you see?
You made me crazy, you made me numb I couldn’t speak, you made me dumb You nearly killed me, hurt me through and through And you made me damage my family too
Can we ever learn to be friends? Before we come to our end? Consequences must be considered Lest we die and wither.
An empty space filled with pillars Dark and tall, ashen grey I’ve been there once before, I’ve visited this place I was horrified by what I saw, barren land of shame, guilt and disgrace
There lived a girl there, small and cowering Covering her face and head with hands, stone pillars towering She hid behind one, and shook with fear As the malevolent character grew ever near
Who is the malevolent one, smiling sinisterly? Searching for the small girl, and carrying a machete It turns out they are me, both different parts Part of my mind wants to kill the other, and to stab me in the heart.
I discovered them some time ago, are they still there? I think they are, but I’m not consciously aware If I delve back into the depths of my mind I’m sure they’ll be there, quite easy to find