The people in my head keep me alive.
They were here for me when it felt like
No one was.
They are not no one.
They are part of me whether
I like it or not.
Being this way is hard to explain
It's like a family living in one body
Here because of trauma.
I'm glad it's not just me inside.
They help lighten the load.
I need them.
It's not all good
We dont always agree.
Sometimes our brain feels discontented
From our body.
It's like we are stuck in space
trying to get back home without a map.
We are piecing the puzzle that is us.
And we will find our map.
We are young,
We have so much left to learn.
We are still learning to love ourself,
All of us.
