You'll see through me.
Right?
You'll rescue me.Right?
From the shadows of myself
that I creep around in.
I need you to say that
everything will be okay.
You'll tell me.
Right?
How to be like you?
Healthy.
Functional.
You'll speak to me, right?
So, these noisy, insane voices
will disappear?
In the name of Honesty.
I am an open book.
Laid bare and raw before you.
You won't leave me, right?
When you find out how crazy I am.
You'll stay with me, right?
When I try to push you away?
Thank you, Kat. <3
ReplyDeleteKat, I actually wrote this poem when I was in college. I was going through an old blog and found it and wanted to keep it because I find that I still relate to it. Not as much as I did when I wrote it, but still, sometimes, I feel this way. Only now, I don't have anyone to be insecure with. I just have to heal myself, which is probably for the best. I'm kind of a lot to deal with in a relationship. I don't bring the drama; I just have this borderline personality disorder and ptsd that I deal with, and it makes all sorts of problems that most people don't understand. I doubt I will ever find someone that understands me or who is even willing to try and I've come to terms with that. I know that I will be alone for the rest of my life and the majority of me is ok with that. There is only a little bit of me left that thinks this is a problem and it does come up every once in a while when I'm feeling insecure and vulnerable.
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