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The name of the poem (s0 called): Kid with a borderline personality disorder needs some help or “bye bye” then Sometimes it’s hard to be me Feels like I lose my identity And I’m fighting with my own self Sometimes to death And it seems like eternity I say I mean it, indeed This is a real struggle of me and me and Not many people seem to understand When I say Sometimes I’m straight Sometimes I’m gay Grandma says what she’s supposed to say “I never heard someone say When I was at your age” But honestly I’ve never been engaged At times I feel I need to be fixed My papa’s sure I need some kicks On my *** No more no less… Talks to my dearest mom lead To “You need to find a job, kid” “Boy, what’s wrong with this This is simply how the life is” Sometimes I feel like I am someone else Start making up, painting my nails Sometimes I feel like I am a complete mess Look up at the ceiling, lying on a bare mattress Crying my eyes out Longing the whole world to be dead Shout out loud All of my hatred And then again: A rollercoaster of my mood gets down I ask myself who I am The answer comes and makes me frown In this big world I’m on my own… On my own All alone
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
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The name of the poem (s0 called): Kid with a borderline personality disorder needs some help or “bye bye” then Sometimes it’s hard to be me Feels like I lose my identity And I’m fighting with my own self Sometimes to death And it seems like eternity I say I mean it, indeed This is a real struggle of me and me and Not many people seem to understand When I say Sometimes I’m straight Sometimes I’m gay Grandma says what she’s supposed to say “I never heard someone say When I was at your age” But honestly I’ve never been engaged At times I feel I need to be fixed My papa’s sure I need some kicks On my *** No more no less… Talks to my dearest mom lead To “You need to find a job, kid” “Boy, what’s wrong with this This is simply how the life is” Sometimes I feel like I am someone else Start making up, painting my nails Sometimes I feel like I am a complete mess Look up at the ceiling, lying on a bare mattress Crying my eyes out Longing the whole world to be dead Shout out loud All of my hatred And then again: A rollercoaster of my mood gets down I ask myself who I am The answer comes and makes me frown In this big world I’m on my own… On my own All alone
#bpd#depressin#help#understand
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alya
21/F/Russia
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
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