I'm cursed.

I'm cursed.

Imprisoned inside my own head.

Endless loops of excessive or inadequate.

The overwhelming depth of darkness poisons me;

And I'm consumed by voices that scream for release;

the intoxicating craving for peace.

Until I overdose on overthinking,

Yet so tortured by this terrifying emptiness,

That I am just too numb to fear that fear.

I am simply a shell of a girl that's learnt to perform for society.

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Zodinpuii

Mon 9th Jun 2025 19:07

as a fellow person struggling with bpd, this is such a relatable poem. i hope you heal well.

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