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I always knew
That he wasn't really normal
I mean Penny’s dad never yelled
Or cried
Or switched all the time
But I didn't really obsess over it
Until I was around eight-maybe nine
Memories of the day
And the sound of his sobbing passing through the thin walls
Kept me awake
I did what they warn us not to do
I took my phone
And Googled
His problems
His symptoms
The things that I had to suffer from
There were too many questions
I needed answers
I needed solutions
That he wasn't really normal
I mean Penny’s dad never yelled
Or cried
Or switched all the time
But I didn't really obsess over it
Until I was around eight-maybe nine
Memories of the day
And the sound of his sobbing passing through the thin walls
Kept me awake
I did what they warn us not to do
I took my phone
And Googled
His problems
His symptoms
The things that I had to suffer from
There were too many questions
I needed answers
I needed solutions
After my search, I found it. BPD, that's what it was. I needed to find something that told me he wasn't just an *******. It matched almost perfectly, but it was also not really a curable thing, no meds or anything.
(BPD stands for borderline personality disorder)
(BPD stands for borderline personality disorder)
(F/NJ/silently screaming)
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