I used to think I had everything,
Under control.
I've come to the conclusions,
That I have never had anything,
Under control.
I'm breaking apart day by day.
I'm losing sight of me.
I'm losing sight of my morals.
The ones I previously,
Had deeply rooted in me.
I don't know what I want,
Nor what I need.
I'm trying to survive,
But it's harder than it seems.
I'm trying to hold myself together.
But what is the point?
There isn't anyone who would notice,
If I jumped.
You would be hurt for a little while.
And then you wouldn't even notice my
lack of presence,
That I'm gone.
I'm starting to feel like,
This is the only way I can go.
There really isn't much here,
Left for me.
I'll apologize in advance.
I'm sorry,
But I had to go.
- Written on 07/22/2020
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PoetryTired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. W...
