This is for therapeutic purposes only. Here is mine, feel free to post yours

Don't Feed The Borderline

Standing inside I look out from my cage,
Bars thick and clear help hide all my rage,
I look to the world with Borderline eyes, Borderline smiles, while living on Borderline time.
My cage is empty except for the pain,
I've tried to describe it and give it a name.
The others pass by and look past the bars at me,
Narcissistic thoughts make me wonder what they see.
Do they notice the cage or know what I am?
Blurred memories mostly and rejected plans.

Originally Posted by Stardustedforever

This is for therapeutic purposes only. Here is mine, feel free to post yours

Don't Feed The Borderline

Standing inside I look out from my cage,
Bars thick and clear help hide all my rage,
I look to the world with Borderline eyes, Borderline smiles, while living on Borderline time.
My cage is empty except for the pain,
I've tried to describe it and give it a name.
The others pass by and look past the bars at me,
Narcissistic thoughts make me wonder what they see.
Do they notice the cage or know what I am?
Blurred memories mostly and rejected plans.

Don't Feed The Borderline

Trapped by fears; strangled with my grief,
Of childhood lost and poisonous words,
I search for my voice that has yet to be heard.
It's hard to describe feelings that are mangled and sliced.
Hungry and waiting.
Lost and unwise.
I look outside the cage and unnoticed, I cry.

So beautiful sweetie - ur very talented

Originally Posted by Stardustedforever

Don't Feed The Borderline

Trapped by fears; strangled with my grief,
Of childhood lost and poisonous words,
I search for my voice that has yet to be heard.
It's hard to describe feelings that are mangled and sliced.
Hungry and waiting.
Lost and unwise.
I look outside the cage and unnoticed, I cry.

Don't Feed The Borderline

How long will it take till they notice?
Look at me differently, suspect something wrong...
Why do I care?
Foreign words they speak of plans they will make.
I listen in silence. I listen in rage.
Perhaps there's something, comforting from my cage.

Originally Posted by Stardustedforever

Don't Feed The Borderline

How long will it take till they notice?
Look at me differently, suspect something wrong...
Why do I care?
Foreign words they speak of plans they will make.
I listen in silence. I listen in rage.
Perhaps there's something, comforting from my cage.

Yet, a change.
Not them, but me.
The cage transformed, a satin sparkle of space.
My cage has morphed into soft warm embrace.
For a moment, I'm fine.
My breath even and strong.
I know it won't last, but for now I belong.

[ChaoticSymphony]

Eventually all soft things disappear,
Scorned looks, bad taste reappears.
Family and friends walk the other way,
Once again keeping my tears at bay.
Why when I smile my lips curl down,
Sharp teeth exposed by my shrieking frown.
When will this turmoil come to and end,
Lost with neither family nor friend.

[rebnsof]

This is the way I always have been:
From a stormy childhood to my late 18.
Time has passed, but pain is all I see
and only a few do believe in me.
It's frustrating to be open,
to explain, to try,
if they say that you're some spoiled kid,
that all you say is a lie.
I'm not lying, every day is a fight,
It's not a bad attitude,
Something's just NOT RIGHT.

[Aslan]

mind maze
kind rage
homemade cage
stage mirage
cognitive replacement
behaviour threapy
mind control

[Girl_Interrupted]

Wow these are all pretty good and I especially love the first one. I'm crap at poetry so I won't even try :P

Originally Posted by Girl_Interrupted

Wow these are all pretty good and I especially love the first one. I'm crap at poetry so I won't even try :P

It doesn't have to be good. It's for therapeutic purposes only. Please join in especially if you get a bad urge. Instead of thinking about doing something terrible to myself I'm thinking of ways to describe the feelings.

Its not to do with BPD but this was a far as i got in my dirty limmerick search:

There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini

Originally Posted by bb2023

Its not to do with BPD but this was a far as i got in my dirty limmerick search:

There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini

well...maybe the girlfriend has BPD.

A blacken hole has spread once again.
Bars thicken and then..
My mind snaps and bends.
A scraping down my arms, constricted I scream.
They still don't hear me.
Undone and unseen.

Originally Posted by Stardustedforever

A blacken hole has spread once again.
Bars thicken and then..
My mind snaps and bends.
A scraping down my arms, constricted, I scream.
They still don't hear me.
Undone and unseen.

The chores pile up.
They need to be done.
Can't spend all day, pondering my cage, kicking the bars while suppressing the rage.
Do something quick to forget for a bit.
Pretend, pretend, pretend you're like them.

A chasm deep inside my chest,
Unfilled void forever.
Screaming for warmth.
Delicate tears.
Trapped voice in my throat; so many years.

Originally Posted by Stardustedforever

A chasm deep inside my chest,
Unfilled void forever.
Screaming for warmth.
Delicate tears.
Trapped voice in my throat; so many years.

The cage is real and all I've ever known.
Sit silently here confused and alone.
But it's my cage.
I embrace the thick bars and peer at the others
Perhaps they're in cages too - unstable and cluttered.

Inverted Happiness

Inquire within.
Are you sad cause you're mad?
Or is anger not real?
Emotional rage might not be the case.
A mistaken affect on the human race.

Numbed by washed out dreams.
Air shoots skin like needles.
Watching with fear,
Eyes wider than plates
Anxiety hits harder than tumbling slates.

I'm getting tired of writing poetry that sounds like Dr. Seuss on ethanol.

[BorderlineBrittany]

LOL STARDUSTEDFOREVER!!!!
Its awesome poetry! And Dr. Seuss is awesome anyways!

Originally Posted by BorderlineBrittany

LOL STARDUSTEDFOREVER!!!!
Its awesome poetry! And Dr. Seuss is awesome anyways!

When I write the poetry it seems very profound but then I read it and say hmmm...

"One fish, two fish, die fish, blue fish."

[athena2011]

I love your poetry Stardusted!

Originally Posted by athena2011

I love your poetry Stardusted!

Thanks

If you're in the mood please post some. I haven't been feeling so creative lately.

[athena2011]

I hope this isn't too triggering. I will try to find the trigger icon just in case.

On the Rooftop

Something pops inside her
There’s a deep compulsion
Almost without thinking
Up the stairwell climbing

Today the door is open
Daylight gently flickers
On the dusty grey walls
Almost at the rooftop

What is waiting for her?
Is this how she ends it?
All she hears is silence
It’s like time itself has stopped

Voices in her head
Playing out the choices
Weighing all the options
Laying out the reasons

Her life flashes before her
What has been the point
So much inner torment
Has there been any joy?

Will anybody miss her?
Is anybody there?
She just wants someone to join her
And teach her how to fly….

Great poem. I've been that girl on "the rooftop." Only my roof was my palm that was filled with pills.