living with BPD
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My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all these long years.
My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all these long years.
My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all these long years.
My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all these long years.
Pull and push,
breathe.
Tug and tear,
breathe.
Claw and grasp,
breathe.
Stare at the ceiling,
whilst the present
tries to slip away,
as you hold to it so
desperately
