Even as I begin to feel happy, or at least not depressed; even as I begin to have hope for the future, and dreams to work towards, I still was not able to ward off my suicidal urges. Even with so much going right, I still just wanted to die.
I always knew if things got bad, I had a different safety net too. Not just the safety net of death anymore, but a safety net to return home to a comforting, loving family whom I miss dearly even to this day.
But with just a few simple words, that safety net was taken away
Now that I no longer have that to fall back on, your anger rages more than I've seen it in over a year and it's becoming too much to bear.
I feel more lost than I have in half a decade, and my gosh do I just want to end it.
Maybe soon I'll try again.
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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...
