Do you ever just lie awake?
Feeling like your soul has been taken, because the most precious thing has been stripped from you, your love for them. Leaving you numb hoping you can feel again someday. Thinking maybe someday they'll come back until then your body is just a shell of endless want and need for the presents. You lye hoping the gods Will gift you with the strength to get through this but until then how would you fill the void. This want is consuming and feels to be forever looming. Your once bright gardens now withered with despair but still you return each day hoping you will find them there.
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Poetry by cloud
PoetryI have DID I'm a host of the Pomegranate system. I have somewhere around 55 alters, I've been writing as long as I can remember. Poetry helps me cope with the chaos life throws my way. This book may be messy but please stick with my emotional roller...
