When no one's around
That's when I collapse
Uncontrollable shaking
My own fists pounding mercilessly at my skullBetween every crack
The thoughts are what really
breaks meDo better
Whack
Do better
Punch
DO BETTER
DIEOh look
She texted me back
Don't worry, it's all goodThe tears retreat
The splitting of my skull halts
And I smile at the little heart emoji my FP sent meJust wait until next time, BPD
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22.4.23
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bpd brain
Poetrya collection of unstructured poems expressing some experiences of bpd #5. borderline ~