TRIGGER WARNING// mentions of suicide please be kind and scroll if these topics are sensitive for you
I look at people around me and wonder
If they hate themselves
If they wish they were never born
Or maybe that's just me.
I look at friends and family and feel constant scorn
and hatred.
But I know deep down it's all in my head and that I'm overthinking shit.
I can't see straight when I listen to my inner voice,
It's always negative.
It contradicts my every action and every word I speak.
I hate myself
Like genuinely I do
There are days where I wish I was aborted.
I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror
or in photos
It makes me sick to my stomach
It makes my head hurt
It makes my heart ache
I hate myself
I would kill myself if it weren't for my siblings
They need me
That's truly the only reason I'm here still
But that doesn't mean I don't wanna die
that I wouldn't kill myself if given the chance.
Because I hate myself
And I fucking hate my life
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Poems
PoetryThese 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
