Dont have a lot to say really other than to say it's been a hard few days...Not because of any specific thing, just because I am the way I am...I don't really like the idea of sharing my deepest darkest secrets with the whole world but considering know ones reading it probably doesn't matter...Today I give you my heart and all the baggage that comes along with it...I've never been able to put into words what my disease does to me, never quite been able to explain...So I hope you'll stay and read on, to see im still me...
When the pain grows
Manifesting inside
My rage congealing
Consuming my soul
At least I can see
My eyes open wide
I see what I am
And what's growing inside
But the pain is a blessing
At least I can feel
For when the darkness closes in
There is nothing to feel
No pain
No love
No hate
Just numb
And thats why I bleed
BPD.... The stalker inside
When the pain grows
Manifesting inside
My rage congealing
Consuming my soul
At least I can see
My eyes open wide
I see what I am
And what's growing inside
But the pain is a blessing
At least I can feel
For when the darkness closes in
There is nothing to feel
No pain
No love
No hate
Just numb
And thats why I bleed
Thankyou for a very insightful poem. Sometimes our heart is too deep to really explain. I think you have made a great attempt at describing something really personal - well done. Mum xox
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