Just Borderline

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Lost looking for reality poem bpdSo close I can smell my dreams,

A feast of desires and hopes,

The smorgasbord of possibilities,

But I starve…


Mental illness traps me,

Torturing me with medicated hopes,

Tormenting me with chats of repeating pasts,

But I think I am free,


Feelings burn like ice.

I know I am alive as pain nourishes,

Thoughts have teeth that devour my flesh

But this is normality.


Buts like ifs and ands make no pans,

And I am not a tinker,

So my world is what it is,

No time to dream I have to face tomorrow





About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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