Cripple - a poem about my BPD

[KellyWyndham]

So how does it feel?

All this power and so many ways to use it.

How does it feel to hold me in your grip

Just to let me fall.

 

I didn't show you this side, did I?

The obsessive side - the one that can't let go

You never knew about the person in my head

The monster that I run from everyday.

 

Did you know about my struggles?

Did you know about my life?

Or what I feel?

And what I don't?

 

No, to you there was only a body.

No soul inside.

A body you used

And then left behind

 

I could look ridiculous

Hunched over this book

Paranoid and intensely depressed

But to me it's not strange at all

 

Because this is BPD

And if you use me

I become attached

And if you leave me

I become obsessed.

 

So how does it feel?

To leave puddles of hell in your wake

I slip on each one.

To walk away a stud

And leave behind a cripple

[MicaGirl]

absolutely beautiful.

[little_buttercup]

Is BPD borderline personality disorder?

 

This is stunning. I think you explain what you go through really well. I like the phrase "How does it feel/to leave puddles of hell in your wake." Wow.

 

Good job. I really enjoyed this.

[ladyninja30]

I thought BPD was bipolar disorder..no?

 

I still love the poem though, great work.

[petite]

This speaks volumes. Good job.

 

ladyninja, BPD is borderline personality disorder, as far as I know bipolar is not refereed to as BPD.

[chevothy]

"Because this is BPD

And if you use me

I become attached

And if you leave me

I become obsessed."

 

Good job!

[JonasWaingaro]

Wow, amazing poem. I agree it's stunning.