Death by a thousand cuts

self harm feelingsDay by day

By hand and word.

The cuts form,

Some run in blood,

Some just of the mind.

But I heal,

Until a cut so deep will end me,

A wrong word cuts,

The world cuts

I cut

Blood runs

Fluids leak

I run from the world I seek

Unarmed alone

A million cuts

My cuts by silver blade,

Their cuts are human made,

I am the earth destroyed,

Limping on

I will hold on

It will change

It can change

I still feel the cuts

But no more buts

I don’t bleed no more

But I feel

I know,

I hope,

I love,

I have faith

That there is more

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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