Not really a poem, not really a story.

I awaken surrounded by trees and darkness. The situation is unfamiliar. I realize the silence that surrounds me and realize what is going on instantaneously. I begin to panic. I swing my fist in short attempts at freedom. I feel liquid running from knuckles. Perspiration begins and my forehead along with mental panic. My breathing begins to quicken. Frenzy enters my legs so I may kick free only to be stopped by limitations. Truth sets in and I start to weep. Survival is nonexistent. I can only wait for death.


Brownie points if you can guess what it's about.

 

one bad motha fuckin trip where you woke up in a strange place, punched somethin and scraped up your knuckles and then had some dudes in white suits chain you down lol

 

Not a bad guess.

Actually about waking up in a buried coffin.

 

Have you actually had that happened before!?!?

 

No. I just felt like posting one of my many literature pieces. I have tons of them and I felt like sharing it.

I'm a pretty morbid person.

 

K, I might be stepping over the line here, but I know you've posted before that you suffer from a mental disorder. And I'm not passing judgement at all seeing as I have a handful of mental disorders myself included bouts of panic disorder and G.A.D. But what do you have? Totally don't have to answer that, just curious.

 

I have asperger's syndrome. If you don't know what it is, it's a form of autism that affects social aspects heavily, at least in my case. I'm lucky enough to be, as all my head doctors have said, a VERY high functioning case. I work through a company that works with people with mental and physical disabilities. Everyone who works with me says that if they didn't see my case file that said I had a mental disorder, they would've never guessed.

The way it affects me is that when I'm in a group of more than 3 other people, regardless of if I know all of them very well, I do not speak unless spoken too. I also have a hard time meeting people when we don't have common ground.

It affects my senses as well. I am EXTREMELY sensitive to light. I can hardly bare it sometimes when I'm out around the town. Certain noises bother me but only if they go on for a long time.

Yea. That's what my disorder does with me in a nutshell. My emotions on everyday things and life in general is a WHOLE other story.

The only other thing I can think of is that when it comes to music, movies, pop culture, and internet culture, I can remember the msot asinine thing very easily, but when it comes to stuff like remembering to clean my room on a regular basis, I'm not so good at that.

Edit: You're not stepping over the line. I had posted a while ago that there's regulars on here that I feel close too. Sort of like an internet family. You're on the list.

 

I'm really familiar with Asperger's, I work with people with autism and one of my best friends in high school was diagnosed when we were seniors. The boy I am babysitting right now has it, and he is also super high functioning. If you didn't know it, he'd just be considered a quirky, silly kid. I don't even consider autism a disorder, it's just a different way of viewing the world and interacting.

 

Damn I was gonna say masturbation

 

Well when you combine it with plain old social anxiety, bipolar depression, and fucking huge chip on my shoulder compliments of the world, my life is pretty fucked up in general.