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?
