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BPD...Taking over me.

Some days It pays to stay away.
Keeping myself locked inside to avoid the trouble and madness I posses.
A ball of stress.
Not knowing what's reality or falseness.

I don't want to live inside my head, it's a mess.
Full of thoughts and hurt and dark spurts.
Slipping in and out of highs and lows.
Head shots and low blows.
Doors open then slam closed.

I don't want to have this trait, whenever I walk through gates, trying to make new mates, it all just breaks, I end up in a state, too much food on this plate for one mind to take, Is it too late?

Too late to mend, too late to pretend, that this isn't a trend, with so much time in thought I spend. Wishing for that one soulful friend.
Someone with love to lend.
I'm not a spoon to bend.
One day these demons I'll fend.
But for now all I have is these words to send.
Written by raised-by-wolves
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Author's Note
In October 2017 I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. Writing about it has helped me understand and accept it. I am fighting. One thing I know how to do is fight. Never give up, never lose hope. There is always an end.
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