You have heavy metal
hitting hard
till no one can hear
anything else clear.

That is the
kind of music
I like to move it to,
when I am working through
an intense workout grove.

But after that
exercise session
I need mellow music
of a different persuasion,
less percussion
and more piano solos
with a slow flow.

The kind of chords
that I can daydream to
when I am bored,

the kind that lets me
wander peacefully
discovering new thoughts safely
as I go slipping
in and out of
the wavelength,
of soft melodies
while locked doors
open to these keys
that put me at ease.

She is a nightmare
like a velociraptor
rapping from the rafters
chasing after
the sound
of a killer clown's
maniacal laughter.

I've been trying to
avoid her,
that self-destroyer
who tends to
pull me down to
her lower level.

But she caught me
by my dangling generosity
and kindhearted disposition.

I thought that these
were good qualities,
but I think I need to
get rid of them,
so, I don't have to
talk to
that **** drama queen.

I woke up this morning in a state of despair
My body in panic and I just didn't really care

Except when I don't care, I actually really do
Because the pain that I feel makes that statement untrue

I've barely even lived, and yet at times lived too long
Because this world feels unfamiliar, this world feels so wrong

I don't ever fit in with anyone that's around,
I'm somebody that nobody ever can ground,

I'm up soaring in the air, and then down low in a hole,
And I question myself, do I even have a soul?

As the people I love, can as quick be someone I hate,
They can make me feel awful and then as quickly feel great

When I see something I want, my desire overgrows
Til the temptation takes over, no boundaries it knows

At times I'm invincible, or so myself I convince
Invincibility is a mask, that I've been wearing ever since

My trauma was so painful, the memory it burns
It replays in my mind, it tosses and it turns

It broods and it grows getting bigger and bigger
There's a switch that it flips when there's suddenly a trigger

The person I hide and keep under constraint
Breaks free of it's shackles to over-express it's complaint

I can't take it anymore, I can't bear this distress,
I can't feel this suffocated and a floor heaped hot mess

I can't put on the smile you so want me to bear
I can't hide this pain anymore, it's just not fair

Why do I have to have BPD?
What did I ever do, to be imprisoned and never free?

The trauma I went through, that wasn't my fault
And yet I'm punished each day, by this mental assault

It makes me feel things, I don't want to feel
It makes me react to things that aren't even real

You say I need to grow up, and that I act like child
But I never developed the tools to be reconciled

I act as a child, because it's all that I know
I feel safe under my pillow fort covered by a throw

That child sense of security most people leave behind
Is still very much my haven when safety is hard to find

Trust doesn't come easy, when my trust is always broken
My mind screams it's torment, whilst my lips stay soft-spoken

I don't cry, I pour, and when I'm angry I burn with rage
I try to keep my emotions locked up in a cage

But I feel in extremes, once out, they're let loose,
Connecting a bomb to a very short fuse

Were sorry if you're on the other side of our pain
It can be very difficult to try and refrain

When we feel or think we're about to be abused
Our defence goes up in fear of being battered and bruised

But if it's any consolation, because I know it's a lot,
To deal with each day, I'll understand if you cannot

But when I love, it's without reason, and with passionate fire
You're my only hope, belief, obsession and desire

My illness does not define the truth of who I am,
It explains that I'm suffering, and I do give a ****

So when I say I don't care, I promise I actually really do
I'm scared you will leave, I'm scared you will be untrue,

Out of fear, and out of love, I will push you away,
But if you actually go, I will not cope each day

It's a lot to take in, and I know that it's hard
But together, working together, my life can be easier and less scarred.

her back to the world
she stands outside into the
cold
and the snow
made her a white helmet
and shoulder guards
and is now knitting a cape

the deer don't dare come
near her and the
boars too
stay away
and the men agree

this woman's a warrior

better not bother her

there's a blade stuck in
her heart
and you better not reach
to pluck it out if you're
not the one who put it
there