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I shout help help help
But my voice doesn't reach anyone
I cry and cry
But no one can see my tears
I scream and fight
But everyone only sees my anger
I crawl under the blanket
But everyone thinks I am lazy
It's a suffering that no one understands
I try to fight to kill my self
Only to get hit my head
Triggers come back and memories draw me away to a part I only want to forget
I overdose and sleep by the side of my love
Kissing him and telling him goodbye
But for the sake of hell I wake up and hear the shouting and scream
It's a feeling that no one can understand
It's a feeling that no one should go through
It makes your soul dead and body alive...
At the end of the day you are just a living corpse no one can see my tears
But my voice doesn't reach anyone
I cry and cry
But no one can see my tears
I scream and fight
But everyone only sees my anger
I crawl under the blanket
But everyone thinks I am lazy
It's a suffering that no one understands
I try to fight to kill my self
Only to get hit my head
Triggers come back and memories draw me away to a part I only want to forget
I overdose and sleep by the side of my love
Kissing him and telling him goodbye
But for the sake of hell I wake up and hear the shouting and scream
It's a feeling that no one can understand
It's a feeling that no one should go through
It makes your soul dead and body alive...
At the end of the day you are just a living corpse no one can see my tears
Published 1st Jun 2024
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1st Jun 2024 9:35pm
Hello poetess.
The emotions you describe are relatable. I too have BPD. Working through the maze of emotions, feelings of shifting identity, the push and pull of connection with others, the highs and lows, feeling misunderstood and all anyone ever sees is anger while you’re dying inside…I get it.
Your poem will help many who feel the same way and can’t express themselves as eloquently as you just have.
Holding you in thought.
The emotions you describe are relatable. I too have BPD. Working through the maze of emotions, feelings of shifting identity, the push and pull of connection with others, the highs and lows, feeling misunderstood and all anyone ever sees is anger while you’re dying inside…I get it.
Your poem will help many who feel the same way and can’t express themselves as eloquently as you just have.
Holding you in thought.
2nd Jun 2024 5:40pm
