Dpdr Poem by c0bica (¬_¬)

My time stretches infinitely.
Yet, it's too limited.


Any interaction I have,
It falls so behind.


Each word melts away before my eyes.
Its droplets are more blurred than others.


Every day that I spend aware,
Mostly think about death.


All I'm able to feel is nausea.
Still, incapable of vomiting anything.


I can't scream for help.
I'm afraid of judgment,


But we have got to make sacrifices, right?
I just don't want to sacrifice myself,
For myself.


Cornered in a stress prison,
My sanity is depleting incredibly.

Ticking alarms of emergency,
Has to be silenced for my environment.

I'm breaking apart like glass...


Please,

Take a part of me and make it yours.
I will live in your memory.
I will live in my grave.

This dissociation is killing me.

Objects change their shapes suddenly.
Could I be going insane?


''My voice is so far, so so far.''