The days I feel I need you are few and far between
I wear this smile like a mask, as a painted face I’m seen
I’m not sure I can love you, but I cannot live without
It’s a twisted mirror perspective; it’s what I’m all about.
I really wish I could express how I truly feel,
Some days I am a statue so stony faced, not real.
I’m trying so much how to learn how I’m supposed to be
I know I’m hard to live with; I love you for loving me
The days when I feel normal is when you feel the strain
When I feel close to godliness and I’m dishing out the pain,
Although I cant express it
And though it seems so tough
Just hold me closer…if I could feel…
I know this would be love.
Author notes
I suffer from BPD, i go through stages of being dismissive of everybody elses feelings then it reverses and i become needy like a child.
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Comments
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how terrible this must be...people probably accuse you of being selfish when that is not it at all...thank you for sharing this. perhaps if people read it they may come to understand.
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good luck, you are complex i am unsure what bpd is xx peter
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