bpd

it's funny how three letters - can make everything make sense. the unhinged emotions, and the turbulence within. the lack of empty spaces, the suffocating clinginess or the desperate urge to see them, and be their only friend. the obsession I loved with and lived with is so clear, to be obsessed with my darling and find another when he disappears, the whailing, crying, mourning that which feels like death when they walk out of the images in my head the thoughts that run rampant and never cease to exist, the impulsive urges and the emotions that come with it the way the mind explodes and insanity besets - tearing through everything, as if it meant nothing at all. ruining the pretty things and the memories as it goes take me with you I plead, but it leaves me sane, the only thing it takes is my happiness and the happy memories again.