Writing As A Form Of Therapy

I feel so empty inside
words can not describe
all the time we fight
nothings ever right
I hurt my self to ease the pain
you look at me and think im insane
if you look at my scars you wil see
but you still wont see me
I cant deal with life its getting so hard
im broken and scarred
everything I have done wrong
I thinks its easier if im gone
im your greatest regret

this one is in regard to my mother

A letter to my borderline

My dearest borderline
you are so asinine
you pillage my thoughts
and defile my mind
the things you make me think
dammit, they're so unkind

you take all that is so precious and good
stuffing it under your collar and hood
replacing all that with vitriol and hate
isn't it enough that I don't think I'm great?

spiteful tones spew angry lava
with undercurrents of imperfect drama
whispers over and over in hushed tones
you'll never be enough, you'll always be alone

labels,codes and definitions give a name
but all they do is create more shame
if that isn't enough, I am moody and dark
yes I can be a bitch, no I don't have a heart

I am attention seeking for the 22nd time
hard to control and definitely maligned
crisis lines have heard it all before
my suicide calls are a terrible bore

days are frittered away in silence
and nights are so long, my mind so defiant
the child inside cries and cries, silent tears
no one knows this, no one hears

so what is left for me to bear?
my dearest, darling borderline
you've torn me up, and laid me bare
there's no more to give
nothing even left to share

what is left in this life?
it's a mess, I am in strife
can't bear this way of living
I am giving in and letting go
going to the place I know

Medication Trepidation.

High dose.

Low dose.

A normal life is what I miss the most.

Hi @Sans911 and @outlander.

Your writings are beautiful. They capture so perfectly the rawness of your pain, your struggles, your frustrations. Thank you for sharing your words.

In writing these words, we help ourselves by getting them out of our head and onto the page. We also help others who are going through similar experiences as ourselves.

Together, We Are Alone

Together, we are alone,
Whether we soar or sink like a stone;
Alone, we are together,
Thrown a rope at the end of our tether;
Blown out of the zone or under the weather,
Together, we are alone.

I relate to that especially in our relationships on the net, @Silenus. That poem has an ace rhythm too. Smiles and good vibes your way.

Hi @Former-Member, I relate to your deft poem too, and like how short it is, yet conveys exactly how we can feel about taking medication.

I'm appreciating reading all the poems here. Thanks for sharing!

My latest poem, seeing the light of day, composed with cold clumsy fingers... it is dedicated to my love, whom each week I must leave owing to work commitments in this country of ours that is too big by far...

~~~~~~~ ♤♧♢♡ ~~~~~~~

The Light of a New Dawn

The westering sun kissed the hill in the morning,
Kissed it goodbye at a new day's dawning,
"I'm off on my journey traversing the sky,"
A morning breeze uttered briefly a sigh.

"I'll see you tomorrow with another kiss,
Even though I must go, it's you I will miss,"
The hill remained standing, rooted to the ground,
Stoically silent, not uttering a sound.

In twenty-four hours the ritual is repeated,
As dark hill by light is lovingly greeted;
Me, the wondering witness, feels the growing heat,
I'll be here tomorrow when sun and hill next meet.