you turned me into this
i begged to not be left in the pits
i would love to be emotionally available
and stop being so blamable
but i woke up today and realized
a monster has built inside my stomach
and it has me paralyzed
they're disguised as people who love you
yet they treat you like an animal
i want to turn cannibal
maybe if i scratched the undertones of my yellowish flesh they'd realize
maggots don't feast on things that aren't dead
and it would be wonderful for the shredded pieces of my soul to not be stepped on by a demon
another season
and i'm still standing on the wonderful puddles of worthless self-exploration
as i give myself my final affirmation
"you did this to me." i whisper at the mirror
"YOU DID THIS TO ME" i tried to make it clearer
but she stood smiling at me as the shadows of the past swallowed me whole
they should have taught me self control
damage control
or maybe i shouldn't have been allowed to choose how to express my soul.
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On the Borderline- poems from someone with BPD, for people with BPD
PoetryThis book contains harsh themes that may be triggering for certain audiences, read with discretion. A collection of poems from someone who struggles with mental health issues and borderline personality disorder.
