Loneliness. Sadness. Despair.
Everything has lost its meaning.
I'm broken beyond repair,
My head, heart, everything's paining.
No one can cure it, no one cares.
Darkness is the support on which I'm leaning.
I'm the darkest soul in the demon's lair.
Monsters in my head keep screaming.
It shapes my thoughts, it makes me aware.
But I'm unsure of what's happening.
Why is it only me? It seems unfair.
I don't want to be dark, needing enlightening.
I am my own worst phobia, greatest fear.
Can't interpret my own feelings.
Hopeful smiles just won't appear.
Can't cope with these emotional dealings.
Loneliness. Sadness. Despair.
I feel happy one moment, sad the another. Am I bipolar? Or just unprepared?
I feel like I need help, but who will help me when I can't help myself?
Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) is a real thing. One small step can bring out the light in the dark, but pure soul. Never hesitate to take that step.
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She Cuts
Poetryit's not just a poem it's a story of a girl who just didn't have any will to live anymore.
