The Pretender

Life with borderline personality disorder....

Everything was made to be broken
And I'm trying, trying so hard
To hold the pieces
Not to cry, I can laugh
While the sharp pieces of my life
Stab my skin
And I want to die
Just to stop the pain inside
But no, I'm still holding the pieces of my life
I have to make them stick together
With my own hands,
Bleeding, trembling hands,
I need to survive,
I need to keep that smile on my face.

Reviews

[TheConjuringCat]

This is increadibly writen. It really expresses the emotion and desperation and flows very well.

[Tina Kline]

The painful struggle comes through very powerfully
in the words of your poem. I can feel the pain
just by reading them. A very well written poem
as well.