I want to overdose, not because I particularly want to die but in hopes I feel something new, something I can control without relying on you. I want to expience death without dying, or am I already doing that, drowning myself in prescription pills, alcohol drugs and sex to feel anything yet nothing. I still feel like I did yesterday. The only time it improves is when you're around. feeling like I'm suffocating without the ability to drown.
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Splitting And Grounding
PoetryWelcome to a series of 4 am thoughts, BPD splits, suicidal ideation and my poor attempts at adequately expressing my emotions through writing. call them poems if you will some of its just writing what I need to get out others are something I spent t...
