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.
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.