Dark, it's so dark in here now.
I can't see anything
But there is this loud noise
With so many voices
But I can't tune in to any
I can't breathe.
Suffocated by all kinds of fears.
It feels sad.
It feels confusing.
It feels empty.
But hurtful at the same time.
I try to keep on walking
Trying to get a grip
Something to hold on to.
But I stumble and fall
Memories come out
in blurry flashes.
Like a broken projector
Nothing clear enough to see.
Then I am falling again.
This time I have no strength left
To get back up
Let me just bury my head between my hands
Until all i see is more pitch black.
YOU ARE READING
When It's Dark
PoetryInside the head of a person with Borderline Personality Disorder.