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How many times have I been here? One step forward, three steps back In my confusion, I’ve lost track Dragged further and further into the black The shadows have claws, they dig into my skin Biting at my flesh, sinking their teeth in My tenacity is wearing thin Will I ever escape the darkness within? This cycle began before my prime Should I let the rot consume me one last time? Shall this be my final rhyme? No, I just nee...

In the quiet

My experience with quiet bpd

Burdened with my own pain Countless theories without gain Drowning in a simple rain Swirling soul down the drain In the shadows, I reach for the blade Knowing full well, I should call for aid My mind is boiling over and I’m afraid Another bloody disappointment made Gasping is how I breathe Silence is how I leave Isolation is how I grieve Extremes is how I perceive Swallowed whole by sorrow Clinging on for tomorrow Hand me...