#splitofthemindandbody

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Memory Loss

I hid secrets in dark corners

Told the world I had some fight left

And knocked them out

At every battle, so far. 

Even when I’m crumbling

I mend fragments together

I leave home with no shoes, too often.

Somehow, despite finding my escape

My surroundings are a mystery

My problems have caught up with me

Shooting me down 

Possessing me with identity loss

Somehow, instead of having freedom

I’ve lost:

My memories,

My friends,

My life,

My self.

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Freezerburn

I can feel

my former self

knocking

screeching

begging

to come through

hunger

subsided by fear

fear

masked by detachment

 let me

fall

ever so slightly

into darkness

so that i may know

no better

than those 'childhood' days

filled with

terror

neglect

and abuse

'family',

they burnt down everything

I

built

with screams

and judgements

no matter

how old I may be

I will always

be a child

in their eyes.