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DissociationShe sits there beside me, With a blade in one hand, Pressing it into her arm. I can almost feel her pain.Dissociation
I try to stop her, But she doesn't respond. She can't hear me Or maybe she just won't.
Watch with tears in my eyes From begining to end Trying to control myself. As the blood keeps trickling down.
I feel the drop reach my hand with shock, How did it get there? It wasn't my arm with the wound. I look to ask my friend
Only to find that she is gone. And the bed beside me is stone cold. The blood flows quickl
by ~Echoes-of-the-Dead
Dissociative StateShe sits and stares at nothing With the blankest of looks On her face. She fights to conjure a thought, But her robotic actions indicate That her mind has fled. She feels a stiing Somewhere on her body And as she looks down At the blood stained skin On her arm She wonders many things. She remembers why She sent her mind away; For commiting such aDissociative State
Terrible crime against her. The injuries remain But the perpetraitor is banished. However, she feels so Horribly alone and empty Without the only company She ever truly had.
by ~vIv-e
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