i've got Borderline personality disorder with Bipolar 2 (manic depressive). been writing since i can ever remember. Its a way of releasing pain, but i've recently realised that life can be shorted but i simple act of selfishness... i hope you all enjoy my poems and quotes, and im sure some of you can even releate... but hey, you only ever live once, so live it to the fullest! take nothing for granted and appreciate what u got! |
I sit in a field of dead flowers
Blackened petals blanket the dry ground...
A single swing
the school bell rings...
What would you do if i kissed you?
would i be overly familiar to you...
Why do i hurt so much?
why are you so blind to see...
Why do i hurt so much?
why are you so blind to see...
What would you do if i kissed you?
would i be overly familiar to you...
A single swing
the school bell rings...
I sit in a field of dead flowers
Blackened petals blanket the dry ground...
I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel...
"Yesterday i went upstairs, i met a man who wasnt there. He wasnt there again today... how i wish he'd go away..." |
I shrivel and shake and fall - ALWAYS falling |
Lurid obscurities dance across the floor |