love, warmth and light
it felt so good when it was there
and then, it was gone like thin air.
Cold, and empty the darkness settles back in.
"Welcome back" it says taunting my soul, it knows just how and when i'll be returned to it.
because the dark will forever be my friend and my captor, i cannot escape it.
an endless pit inside me that spirals into space and time itself.
"Why are you still alive?" i ask myself
but that is a question that not even i can answer.
i feel no joy, no love, no warmth, nor do i receive hugs or kisses.
why am i still here? the question that will never be answered until It is.
and the only way it will be answered is by doing the one thing no one wants me to, is by ending it all.
shutting it all out and away permanently
an endless slumber.. sounds nice right about now.
at least then no one can burn me
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Poems
Thơ caThese are just some works of poetry. Nothing special something I feel like everyone can relate too. Especially people with BPD because most of these are about mental health
