Breezes dance with the fallen leaves,
reminding me I am still here.
In this dying flower bed-rotting petalsdecaying blossoms.The scent of wilted flowersis sickly sweetlike a balance of peace and tragedy.The angel left long ago,flaming sword in hand-He told me nobody would ever find me here,he told me his work was complete.Dying trees and overgrown weeds inhabit this place-I dare not call my home.Amidst this garden of peril, however,the forbidden tree glows with vitality.Sweet, delicate, tempting fruit hang from its golden branches,but I dare not touch it.The other tree with life inside,the being that holds immortality itself.Glowing, luminescent, beautiful fruitdotting its heavenly branches.The two treesthey serve as my tormentI cannot eat from them-yet they taunt me evermore.I beg for mercy,I cry out to the heavens,but they do not listen.I beg for death,I scream to Hades,but they mock my pleas.I have been forgotten-abandoned in Eden,please-somebody,please find me.Please-somebody,please help me.
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Poetry written by a Borderline
PoetryA collection of poems I've written, often influenced by my BPD.
