"he left me! he completely left me!"
pouring all of my life
in your glass,
my love and well-wishes
never reciprocated.
"maybe i should go die in a fire and he can have my kids and maybe then he'd finally be happy!"
my sadness goes unnoticed
but i always notice yours.
"layla, i hope you never marry a man like your father."
i do feel sorry for you. but mom,
do you ever feel sorry for me?
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Unhinged
RandomAn ongoing memoir of my life as an unhinged, impulsive person with OCD abd BPD. Written in short, narrative poems that I hope you can relate to in some form or another. Content Warning: Obsessive impulses and OCD, eating disorder (pica), cussing an...
