I struggle with what is called BPD,
Also known as “a living hell”;
Not only because of how it's defined,
But the stigma heaped on it as well.
We’re not all violent or downright mean,
Yet extremes represent how we feel;
Hard to fathom what others call their “in between”,
And self-harm’s how the masses still deal.
It's a push, pull back we constantly fight,
Seeking our place to “fit” in this life;
Battling each day to keep one's self afloat,
While thoughts taunt us to die through the night.
Our need to cling’s between panic and fright,
Distressed you'll abandon us too;
Highs and lows are endured, but not many stay,
Blame and guilt then sets in us anew.
On the flip side we love with all of our might,
Shedding doubt for who really does care;
Wishing no other to feel what it is we go through,
Giving instead till our hearts are stripped bare.
There are days loneliness still seeps into our soul,
“Good Enough”, such a phrase is unknown;
Isolation sinks in, reality fades,
Fear of abandonment welcomes us home.
But “saving” is not what this poem here is for,
Cause “support” is our greatest need;
Accept that for which has detoured our path,
Stand by us till the day we succeed.
Also please refrain from “Get Over It”,
Cause our minds are flipped upside down;
Yet persistence, hard work and our own discipline,
CAN shift the outcome around!
So instead don't turn a blind eye today,
But stay put and offer your time;
For together we wield enough power,
To stomp out these stigmas regarding our minds.
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By: Debra Brent
04/29/2019
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