B.P.D
When I was diagnosed, as having B.P.D, I didn't know if I was lost or found, or who I was meant to be.
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When I was diagnosed, as having B.P.D, I didn't know if I was lost or found, or who I was meant to be.
© ZuperZed "Hi little brother I've got bad news today. Calling to tell you that mom has gone astray." Early that morning my dad left for work. All he then knew was that she went for a walk.
I have my hood up even though there's no rain, I don't know why but it seems to hide the pain. I look straight down, not at the sky or ahead. Maybe that will make it all better instead.
Roller coaster waves of the emotional degree. This ride is a strange one I'm sure, for I am buckled in so tight, I couldn't budge an inch if I tried.
Nursie. Nursie. I'm feeling a little thirsty Come drain my blood My heads all muddled up I don't even know my name I can't remember who's at blame Can you control this pain.
Braided rope, you sing to me. You know that I can't cope and only you hear my quiet plea. The time has come, to make a stand. Hear the deathly drum, I am at your command.
~ Sorry if this is a bit morbid. ~ I used to think I was a survivor, But now I think I was wrong, Now I think I'm trying for nothing When before I thought I was strong.
I have all ways loved rap so I wrote I tap about life. With so much time on my hands, I think and dont think anyone understands That life isn't like a smal rubber band.
From the day you first live It is easy to think That life would forgive That you painted me pink. An innocent child At the age of just two Thaught that life would be mild When you painted it blue.
Darkness developing in my soul. Looking to push the light from me. White turning to black. No way to turn back. Evil creeping into my very being. Thoughts as dark as night.
I can feel it. I can feel the pressure, the stress, the sadness and the expectations. I can feel it all crawling on me, going deep in my blood, running in my veins.
There was one day I remember and I'll never forget. It was a Friday and the thing about this Friday was that i had only eaten 6calories.
1. Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. 2Ancrophioba- Fear of scratches or being scratched. 3.Anablephobia- Fear of looking up. 4.Ancraophobia- Fear of wind.
(Taken from middle section - to anyone who has felt there's no way out and no other way to stop the pain - we can do it just one. step. at. a. time.) "But, how about your friends.
The mood throughout London has changed. The sun is gracing us with his presence every few hours, usually followed by an unforgiving hail of showers.
This is the story of my battle with depression..my Black Dog. Ultimately, it is a story of Hope.
I am alone in my mind with my screaming thoughts. Friends of mine are with me, but I am still alone.
sometimes life, can just get you down. and push your fuckin' face into the cold dark ground. but what separates us from the others is one thing. having love and respect, now that's a strong thing.
So yesterday, after much deliberation I had some new ink added to my collection.
Mirror, Why must you lie. You call me pretty. You call me skinny. You say I am perfect. Someone takes a picture of me and I am ugly. I step on the scale and I am fat. I am not perfect.
Nearly 8 Years... It's been nearly 8 years since you left me. You are meant to be here still with me, to rescue me in my crises, to make my eyes smile again and to give me my Superhero cuddle.
I sank to my knees in the damp earth, let the heavy rain soak through to my skin. My hands clutched tightly a little bouquet of forget-me-nots; the colour of his eyes.
Eyes... Bruises.... Demons.... Blood..... Pain..... Flames.... Surrounding... Burning.. Faceless.... Faces... Escape. Need to get out. Wake up!Not real. Sure it was real. Fine.. Forget... Move on...
I’m pouring out my thoughts. Taking pen to the paper. Got that feeling inside of me. My emotions in danger. Mind is all clattered. A world of its own. Myriads of planets. Yet they float, each alone.