“My BPD” A Poem About Living on the Edge with Borderline Personality Disorder 🚨

An Original Poem by: Axton N. O. Mitchell

Oh my borderline .

Somewhere on the edges of alive and dead
barely breathing though I am screaming 

BPD just leave me, just be gone.
I hate being alone this is 
well known.

However, I’d rather spend the 
rest of my days without this 
seed inside of me.
It’s grown and it’s grown until 
I can no longer control it.

Separate me from BPD,
not who I aim to be,
having no control over me.

Look at me, I’m a god.
Bow before me and weep.
Kiss my toes while I sit in this throne.

Oh. fuck I’m unwell, this is hell.
I hate my life.
I hate my face.

Please help me escape this….
Place 

I need you to see the 
difference between me and
My BPD. 

Where does the current in this piece carry you?

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