Post by primalscream on Nov 9, 2008 18:01:05 GMT -1
I thought I might start a new thread for peoples poems and such like. The following poem I wrote last April and in it I am attempting to convey how it feels to have Borderline Personality Disorder. Please feel free to add your own!
Emptiness
Like an automaton I saunter through the motions of existence,
Waking each morning to another days fight,
I find no pleasure in the sunlight I hide in resistance,
I care not for my appearance; I hide away from sight.
Like shadows from another world People move around me,
Their touch like sandpaper on my splintered soul,
Conversations pass through me, my eyes do not see,
I'm motionless, stuck, in a timeless black hole.
I find no pleasure in laughter; its echo pierces my heart like a knife,
Food is wooden on my palate, neither bitter nor sweet,
Like rain drops on waxed leather, music drips of my soul, devoid of life,
I feel no connection between my body and the ground beneath my feet.
The day draws slowly to a close; each second feels like an eternal hour,
I know what awaits me lurking in the shadows of the night,
I sleep a fitful sleep where nightmares haunt me, and I cower,
Nightmares of a battle without a victory, an endless plight.
Emptiness
Like an automaton I saunter through the motions of existence,
Waking each morning to another days fight,
I find no pleasure in the sunlight I hide in resistance,
I care not for my appearance; I hide away from sight.
Like shadows from another world People move around me,
Their touch like sandpaper on my splintered soul,
Conversations pass through me, my eyes do not see,
I'm motionless, stuck, in a timeless black hole.
I find no pleasure in laughter; its echo pierces my heart like a knife,
Food is wooden on my palate, neither bitter nor sweet,
Like rain drops on waxed leather, music drips of my soul, devoid of life,
I feel no connection between my body and the ground beneath my feet.
The day draws slowly to a close; each second feels like an eternal hour,
I know what awaits me lurking in the shadows of the night,
I sleep a fitful sleep where nightmares haunt me, and I cower,
Nightmares of a battle without a victory, an endless plight.