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BPD
Shattering the space around me
The air itself is static
My skin-too fragile
Scratch me, drag the nails through and through
Cut to the bone-
Your words
My skin-too fragile
You don't understand
The dagger in my ear
Infecting my mind with poison
Poison running through my veins-
I stop still
Don't move-
DANGER
I can't take it
The words you haven't said
Pushing me over the edge
I live on a narrow line of sanity
Even the slightest stir in the atmosphere
Even the slightest touch
I lose my grip, falling off the edge of reality
I lose myself
please spread awareness. bpd is a serious mental disorder.
Nothing better to do
Than sit and look at you
So when we are not together
It won't be hard to remember

The small bridge of your nose

The way you lick your lips

And though I'm standing on my tip-toes
You still lower your eyes, under dark-lashed lids

I gaze and gaze
But still the memories fade
I've worn your hazy image out
Too many times to count
I can't get enough of him. I just hope he's thinking about me too.
 10m Ayla Grey
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
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