Dear BPD,
I now know what you are,
You have a name and not just a switch
That turns me from a blazing star
Into a thing alone and cold in a ditch
Dear BPD,
I thought knowing would make it painless
But alas, I struggle with explaining you
To people who are a little bit brainless
If only they somehow knew,
Dear BPD,
You and I have that special connection,
The one that means you don’t go away
And I know I am an imperfection
But don’t dampen my day.
Dear BPD,
You are overwhelming me,
I’m up, I’m down, I laugh, I cry
Won’t you leave me be?
Maybe I should clarify
Dear BPD,
You are consuming me,
I can’t get out of bed, then I’m running,
I’m carefree, then I’m crappy,
You’re an mental illness who’s cunning
Dear BPD,
I want to end, then I want to live
Let me be me and stand on my own
I’m a person, I deserve to be alive
But I also don’t want to be alone
Dear BPD,
I know you’re inside my head,
You’re not bad, you’re just a part of me
But you’re not filling me with dread,
Not anymore, I’ve been set free.
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Author:
Rhiannon Briar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A fine write Rhys. A factual write about yourself?
I struggle with this on a daily basis so it was nice to get it out
Hope you make good progress - you seem to be in this poem. I expect you may not see the BPD as 'dear' always.
Thank you
Great poem on this subject that is not well known. I know a few that have it and it can be awful to deal with. I like the last stanza! I hope you continue to write about it. Thanks for sharing!
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