I lay in my bed as if to say

There is too much gravity if I stand 

There is a reflection next to me and

And there is nothing 

No recognition of the blank expression 

No attachment to the shapes of a countenance muted,

In the times when you realize

You are not healthy 

Coping mechanism is not healing 

Guilt for exsisting is not an excuse 

to shut up

Feel the claws of meaning ripping up your 

Stubborn mind 

Try to find peace in dissociation