Leave me feeling lonely
Leave me feeling empty
Make me disproportionately angry
Leave me insecure
You are a jealous lover, a possessive paramour whose grip on my wrist is too tight, too tight
BPD, set me free because I might jump off this balcony otherwise, or swallow every pill I have in my possession
I’m tired of feeling like every bone, every muscle, every cell in my body is screaming with hurt hurt hurt
There isn’t enough space for me in here.
I don’t remember who I was before this, before overly sensitive was used like a slur and temperamental was a label.
I used to think I was a hurricane, but I’m just caught in the storm and the blast radius is too much, too much
There is no aha! moment, no eureka where I figure out how to manage my raging emotions and I’m sure the people around me are getting tired of the sturm und drang
You’ve thrown me into the deep end, left me with an anchor that weighs me down and I’m drowning faster than I should
Make me insecure
Make me seethe with anger
Left me lonely
Leave me empty.