I never really realized what being my own worst enemy was like.. until recently.

Why???………….

The story of a girl I once knew.

Written for a very special friend who inspired me… Haya thank you!

Darling of mine
Don’t tell me that you’re sorry
There’s nothing to apologize for this time
You don’t have to worry…

…So come on darling don’t you think
That for a minute you id change!
I’d rather drown and sink
Before you I’d rearrange!

Wrote this at 15.

The illusion of our country.

This is not really a poem…more feelings of what it is kind of like living with D.I.D… I’m struggling at the minute at being anywhere and some alters seem to be leaking more into me and…well I dunno, it’s hard to explain. I know some people have noticed this… I was annoyed slightly because some people seem to think living with alters is like how they have characters for their books in their heads… or the fact they like many different things depending on their mood…which I can understand the comparison, but you are very wrong…also the fact that I am a writer and use some of my alters names in my novel they seem to think they are right- I use their names because it is the only way I can gain concentration to look and actually see something in reality long enough to write something!

To make it out

Will take some time but

With your help

I will make the

Climb.

If you are suffering from depression DO NOT READ! I was extremely depressed when I wrote this. I wrote this on 8/31/2005. Just now submitting it on 10/14/2010. Hope it’s good enough for the readers.

The feeling of hopelessness and depression when I lived with my abusive "father"