Trigger Warning: this poem is about derealisation disorder and suicidal ideations.
As a reminder I am safe, I wrote this poem a couple of months ago.
P.S. You are looking beautiful today xoxo 😊
Is this real?
What's the point in trying when it feels like everyone I love will disappear?
What's the point in doing what I want if I'm in a dream?
Disconnected from the world,
Seeing the world through a glass wall.
I am small,
I am an annoyance.
Why try and fight when everyone leaves my anyway?
Why stay when I have nothing in any way?
Is this real? Are you real?
Are you my friend? Do you consider me family?
I need pain to be sure.
I need rain to be pure.
Embrace me in your arms.
Place me in your heart,
Where it's nice and warm.
