Borderline Personality Disorder

The river breaks its mirror with a scream, Moods whip the trees — calm, then storm — then gone. In love, I drown; in fear, I flay the dream. A thousand selves pull knives inside one dawn. The eyes of others turn my skin to glass, Every slight — a spear, each kindness — pain. Abandonment’s cold breath will never pass; I chase and bite and beg and start again. I wear my bleeding heart for all to see, But shame is acid poured upon my seed. Rage blooms in seconds, vanishes in cries, While emptiness gnaws marrow from my thighs. Unchecked, the soul dissolves in fractured light, Births deeper wounds: addiction, endless fight. With hands unmet, I spiral through the gloom, A body living only to consume — And none can save me if I don't choose soon.