Posted in Mental Health Files, Poetry

It comes and goes in waves

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Today I feel like I’m floating,

Drifting from minutes to hours,

Barely existing.

I feel like I’m peering through a window,

Seeing my body floating,

While the waters carry it on.

Have you ever felt like you were looking at your life from the outside?

Like you were peering into a picture frame,

Only this time you’re in it.

It’s so different then.

It’s like you’re just watching yourself go,

And no matter how loud you scream you can’t hear you.



Writer| Christian| Encourager| Adventurer| Communicator

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