Only if you see.
Only if you're listening.
Only if you're feeling.
Only then will you notice he's there.
The room instantly filled with water.
You battle to hold your breath, and he holds your head.
This cannot be real.
Or is he actually there.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Of A Borderline
PoetryThis is a book filled with poetry about the everyday life of someone living with borderline personality disorder
