TRIGGER WARNING.
i stay up till 8am, i can hear the morning birds and there's light coming through the gaps of my curtains.
i haven't slept. i hardly do anymore.
my flashlight is always on because i see shadows in the dark and i always have music playing because i can hear whispers in my room.
i can't leave my room to go to the toilet because there's people in the hallway waiting for me. i used to sleep with my closet open because it's broken, but i forcefully jammed it shut because there's things living in there.
my brain wont shut up and the self harm wont stop. my lungs are starting to ache because i smoke too much.
i haven't seen my best friend in weeks, i used to see her everyday. i haven't even left my bed in those weeks.
i think about hurting people again, i think about leaving stalkerish letters in his mailbox.
i wonder if i could fly. i wonder.
- Author: nessa (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2023 10:47
- Comment from author about the poem: remember this is fiction. how it's been recently iving with bpd.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 9
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