What BPD means to me,
Well it means that often it's hard, just to be,
World in perfect focus, but I just can't see,
Searching for that middle ground,
Only to be found buried in the sand,
or balanced at the top of a tree.
What BPD means to me,
Well it means soul searching, to no avail,
but at least I'm no longer cold, or constantly pale,
Catch hold of an idea and off I go - set sail!
But then it becomes tricky just to inhale -
I'm reminded that I'm still so frail.
What BPD means to me,
Well it means I feel everything so loudly,
Making it hard to express myself proudly,
Danger all around me.
Intensity in which I'm surrounded,
Never described as 'well-rounded'.
What BPD means to me,
Well it means always being, afraid to be alone,
Feel like, I can't do a thing on my own,
Feeling like I can never truly be known,
No place ever feeling like home.
Desperate for some understanding.
What BPD means to me,
Well it means my terrifying suicidality,
Fragile grasp on reality,
and they tell me this ain't insanity.
That fine line between my depression and mania,
Living on a knife edge, in more ways that one.
©dannibug
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