BPD Bits

Poem

Wired wrong, they say
Insane brain knackered—crackered
Prefrontal cortex on the fritz
Yeah, baby, find me, I’m in bits.

Lips’ caress, heart start
Feel hope afresh—we mesh
Fight depression with wits
Yeah, baby, love me, I’m in bits

Empty Soul, cold glow
Each fool’s mask—unmask
Across this skin bloody slits
Yeah, baby, leave me, I’m in bits

BPD mind, up yours!
Psycho life—your strife?
Let’s end this emotional blitz
Yeah, baby, shun me, I’m in bits.

My end, the ending
Remembering those gone—who shone
Fading into shadow that flits
Yeah, baby, hate me, I’m in bits.