The frequency of my inadequacy
vibrates with hate and indecency
it constantly disguises itself as
a trustworthy friend who ceases
to evade my utter lunacy
yet so brilliantly
fucks my life over entirely
in its entirety
impulsively burning bridges
with such self deprecation
That I stand there in dumbfounded
fascination
As I watch the flames
burning
my cheeks with shame
and humiliation
My very own severe degradation
It’s like I can’t even help
my situation
It takes it toll
And I fear I can’t hold it in
much longer
and though I am stronger
I am still only human.
Me, Myself and My BPD 