Another Episode
The buzzing in my mind grows louder by the second.
the guilt she backs me into a corner,
"you're an idiot why would you do that why would you say that! now you've really done it!"
I sob and cover my ears but the screaming grows louder, "Do it! no one loves you anymore look at what you just did look at what you just said! cut! take the pills! slam your head in the wall you cunt!"
I weep harder and harder "please leave me alone i didn't mean it.."
but the guilt never leaves it's just replaced by sadness.
she speaks softly but she is cunning and manipulative,
"go ahead dear, do everyone the favor"
those words are like practically handing me the blade handing me the bottle of pills.
"you need this, we all need this. aren't you tired of feeling this way?"
she's right because I am.
and just like that I do what I shouldn't
I take those pills or I slit my arm
and wake up the next day in a hospital bed, as I now am under surveillance. because I did something dumb again. All because I listened to the voices in my stupid fucking head.
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Poems
PuisiThese 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
