When My Brain Becomes the Villain: A BPD Poem

Where Poetry tumbles like water through wild stone and silence in white text over green background and a man with blue flowers for a head

Brain Problems Dawg

an original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell

I hate that I have my 

brain. You know? 

And 

I hate that all these 

words get caught in my 

throat. 

And 

 I hate that I have to 

choke them down 

so

I can hold back all the 

tears. My eyes wish to 

betray me

and 

spill like the ink of the 

poems I’ll never write 

on the pages I’ll never

 send. 


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