I may leave the country with my psychosis in my backpack
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I have been to the east but it was the south that was cruel
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My name is Holly and I’m 27 years old
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I’ve been diagnosed psychotic and schizoaffective
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Bipolar 2 with psychotic features with dissociative identity disorder
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Formerly known as multiple personality disorder
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Diagnosis codes
F31.2
F25.9
F44.81
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What the fuck does this even mean
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They may have diagnosed me wrong
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Mamma says I’m just wired different
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I have Derrick, Mrs. Francis, Bubba and Maxine who live in my mind
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(Whispers) The boogie man came in my room when I was 6 and I haven’t been right since
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Maxine pretends to be my friend and is the loudest
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She’s a bully
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On many different occasions I’ve found myself in Kentucky Florida California and Ohio
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Hell I live in Pennsylvania
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I have little control over any of these personality
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Why are they in here
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I’ve asked them many times to go away
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I’ve stopped asking because I find myself in the behavioral health hospital
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I anger them and they all fight to stay
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As if I really have the power to make them leave
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I’ve tried I tell ya’
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Derrick always has me in lesbian situations
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By the time Holly returns the deed has been done
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Maxine told my mother I was a lesbian
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WHICH IS NOT THE TRUTH
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I’ve been to the behavioral health hospital 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 10 times
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The one I was born in
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I’m 27 and the doctor who birthed me is now my doctor
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How does one go from giving birth to diagnosing one crazy
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My imagination transmits the conversation doctor and mamma have from behind the wall
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Invisible lines that the last 3 presidents drew
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They and the FBI and the CIA conspire against me
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Am I crazy
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I speak 4 or 5 different languages
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I may leave the country with my psychosis in a backpack
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I wonder if my laughter when I’m at the McDonald worries the cashier
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I wonder if my PCP will 302 me again like all the times before
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I stopped taking my meds because I know the FDA is trying to kill me
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I wonder if they will accept me and my back pack in cuba
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I guess we will shortly find out
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My name is Maxine and please disregard all that Holly has written she’s not well
About: This writer (LaToya)
*** WARNING ***
The peacemaker made me post this
The schizophrenic 52-year-old Caucasian man warned me not to
He believes this site is for believers, dreamers
And the highly motivated and they all want him dead
There are about 8 people who live in my mind
Of all different nationalities, sizes, ages, gender and moral compass
Screaming to be heard
They are all trying to get along in such a small space
Not always easy!
I apologize in advance if you read anything offensive or controversial
I have very little if any control over any of them
Oh boy!
❤ HOLD ON FOR THE RIDE AND WELCOME TO MY PEACEFUL INSANITY ❤
Betwixt ~ Poe- Estory
I can see it for miles
How fairy dust sprinkled a frown
And turned a grown woman so quickly to a child
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And left a road map on her skin
Moving through time stiffening her like porcelain
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Beyond the portals where 2 people reside
Same person betwixed against different times
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Amongst the archives
Between two worlds
Were both their lives
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Beyond the door she went back through ~ to restore
She wrote a note to herself and the little girl
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This is your future self
And I promise
We’ll be better than we were all the times before
Don’t trust the woman in the mirror she’s got a secret
I know this doesn’t make sense but your going to meet a man on your 17th birthday and he will become your husband
Don’t trust him
To be continued…
The Hunter – Creative writing
He hunted me over deserts and tumbleweeds
It moved like a bounty hunter and had leads on me
When I last saw him in Dakota in 1846 he bloodied my nose
I got away on his horse
Fell to the wayside
Posters over dry land
He searched for me
I moved like a vagabond, running from the ripper
I was a ghost
I thought I had escaped the hunters grip
It scoured taverns, speakeasies and bath houses looking for me
I was clumsy
Running from the hunter
I was set up
Ambushed by love
Betrayed
It caught me off guard
It hip checked me
We tussled
Dragged me by my hair
Like a fuckin’ cave man
To the tavern
While the towns people watched in horror
Some laughed and held the wanted posters up
Pointing fingers
Again
It bloodied my nose
I chuckled
Then stumbled back
I spat
Spat my death in his face
And I laughed
Wickedly
And it shot me!
And I bled
And I bled out
He took a shot of that dirty whisky
Hand on gun
Tilted his hat
Looked around
And said…
Pay me
The hunter