I watched her fall into madness.
A dark hole of sadness.
She was not herself, I watched from a distance.
Her smile, God how I missed it.
She struggled in fear and rejection.
Turning to false loves for protection.
She was broken inside.
I watched as she tried to hide.
As I watched I knew how she felt.
It never occurred to me until now that I was watching myself.
As I was watching I began to cry.
I was starting to understand why.
Why my life, was never my friend.
Why so easily I wanted it to end.
K.B
***********************************************************************I wrote this poem before I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. Even here in this poem you can see a very clear symptom of BPD, disassociation.
Disassociation (noun)
Psychiatry: separation of normally related mental processes, resulting in one group functioning independently from the rest. Such as feeling as if you are watching yourself from outside of your body.
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Kayla Brieanne
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