posted on Dec, 23 2013 @ 06:36 AM
Hey all! So this is a kind of short story I have written. I thought I'd share. This is a struggle between powers and how hard it must have been for
my friend Colin. He ended his life 2 years ago today. I am putting it up in his memory. He suffered from a rare disorder called Dissociative
Identity Disorder also known as Multiple Personality Disorder. The thing I wrote is what I saw in him in a way in his last years on earth with me. I
miss him and even when he wasn't Colin he was still my best friend. This is the struggle between Colin and Michael.... I miss you buddy..
Fair warning I am not a good writer lol so I am sorry for any grammatical mess ups I have. I know you grammar Nazis are out there lurking.
Quit talking to me!
A man may not throw a curse without first feeling its wrath so shut your mouth and stop living in the past.
Sometimes I feel like not going anywhere. Not going forward so there is no past.
There is a past you can follow its path, you just choose not to see it. Your blindness is an option not an affliction.
My options are limited and I hold the one clinched in my fist bleeding. I warily stand realizing I just went blind.
Your blindness is a lie it’s just your mind trying to hide, you chase your tail in never ending circles and pity is felt for you. Be strong and
hang your head no more.
My mind is no more I try to hide my guilt, but I can’t. When trying to hold my head up it feels as if 100 crosses are hanging from my crown. I feel
the pain I can imagine only Jesus felt.
Melancholy is your mood, slow is your mind would for your own damned self-stop believing and chasing all the lies, you are a sculptor with a future to
mold for it to be true it must be tested and fired.
A fire is something that could only describe my rage built up for you. You are the reason I burn and the reason I hate. You send me to Hell and when
I am back you will regret it I promise.
A fire does rage in you, but stop and think what will be left when you are done but smoke, ash, and rubble for us both. For I am you no matter what
you do or where you go I will follow not by choice, but because I must so no more circles your make me nauseous.
SHUTUP!!! I HATE YOU! You will never be me for I am everything you are not! Leave me in my world and don’t come back!
Always you retreat to this safety net of lies. You think you got a raw deal, well at least some acknowledge you for
you. No façade must you put on so embrace your so called hate and rage you don’t have what it takes to kill. I scoff at you!!
I don’t need you and if I can’t kill you I will kill myself and I will therefore never have to hear your god forsaken voice in my head ever
I can taste your tears and smell your fears so shut up and take the back seat it’s my turn to run the gears.