Schizotypal personality disorder by Frishec
Despair
by Stormcat
I sweat pain in
my sleep.
The hate and
anger builds and then at night flows from my pores.
I awaken
drenched, change the linen, then return to sleep and start the whole again.
The sad part is
that loves goes too.
Because love is
painful!
I never love
anyone in my dreams anymore.
The vagina
becomes an isolated cave.
No body, no
breasts, no loving arms, no tender lips, no urgent tongue, no hope for the
future.
Then everything
disappears and there is no finish, only pain pouring from my body and tears
from my soul.
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