bpd

i am sinking

further into the darkened depths that is my mind

my heart,

my lungs,

my mind,

collapse

i try shake this illness that

holds my existence captive,

a prisoner in my own mind

i long for the days where my breaths were sighs

of relief,

of happiness

i ache for the moments where

life was not a gloomy mess.

where the sun seeped in through the window

and everything felt okay

will i ever feel whole again?

will i ever rid of this disease?

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