All my life people always tell me that I am so strong. But I'm not. I'm not strong at all. I've just been through a lot of things and I'm still here. Just because I'm a survivor doesn't mean I'm strong. People always tell me that I can handle anything, that I'm "superhuman." It's stupid... No one is superhuman. Just because I've gone through things and keep on going doesn't mean I'm strong. It means I don't look back. I just keep moving forward, but sometimes I question why. Why should I move forward? For what purpose?
                              I always feel alone. I guess because no one understands me. I feel like I have to be this person for everyone. I have to be strong and happy all the time. But I'm not. I'm not happy and I'm not strong. All my life, since I was very young my family has told me to be strong. "Be strong, don't cry, don't fail." But it's hard. I always feel like a failure, because I'm always struggling in one way or another. Honestly, I just wish everyone would leave. It would be easier for me. No one would care and things would be easier. I don't know what to do. I've talked to my parents about it and they just judge me. They think I need to diet or exercise more... so then I can feel pretty and not sad. It's stupid advice. They have always given me stupid advice...
                              I don't know if I can go on like this... It gets harder every day and each day I just want to disappear. Sometimes when I'm driving, I close my eyes. I do this when no one is around me. I don't want to hurt anyone. So I close my eyes and step on the peddle. I have done this a few times. A few seconds at first. But now it's a few minutes. The twisted thing is that it makes me feel better. I feel like I'm in control and out of control. I feel like if it's meant to be, then just be.... I know it's selfish, and maybe that's why it feels so good. I just want my pain to end. I feel like that's who I am now, the pain. I'm not sure who I used to be anymore. I pretend so much for everyone, my coworkers, my family, I feel like a phony. I pretend to be happy and pleasant, but I'm not. That's not me. Anytime I try to be me, everyone just judges me. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know who to be or who I am supposed to be? I try to be what everyone wants because who I really am, no one wants...
                              Who would want a weakling like me in their lives? No one likes a weak link. So I guess I'll keep going until I can't go anymore. Or until the pain consumes me completely. Whichever comes first.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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The things I think of when I'm alone
PoetryUnbearable pain that is expressed and acknowledged becomes bearable. But people who have suffered from BPD received no such responses in their childhood. Therefore, they are stuck in the past, trying to elicit what they needed as a child-validation...
