I'm tired of these ****** socks I still don't have clean clothes How many deep cuts will it take Til love inside me grows I can't keep track of anything Not even my own head She thinks about me often Mostly wishing I were dead I fight her She fights back Maybe we really are the same I thought I'd be the winner I'm sick of losing my own game Perhaps I'm her and she is me I'm really in control Using my power to devise a plan For my body to **** my soul I'm not sure which thoughts scarier Or if I'm even scared Death came knocking timidly If only she had dared
Recently was diagnosed with BPD. Things are coming together but also falling apart. I'm trying to make sense of my emotions but they change so quickly. I'm not sure who or what I am or what I should be.