I wrote this poem in July of 2024.
these must be the new dark age of my life
where I can’t find my life’s purpose,
where I cry because I don’t think
I’ll ever be loved
where the sleeping pills in my drawers
are tempting me to end my misery
I wrote this poem in July of 2024.
these must be the new dark age of my life
where I can’t find my life’s purpose,
where I cry because I don’t think
I’ll ever be loved
where the sleeping pills in my drawers
are tempting me to end my misery
Life on the BPD 
I like this poem, but not the state you’re in. Keep writing no matter what.
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Oh, I was in a major depressive episode when I wrote it.
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I’m glad you wrote it, especially if it’s therapeutic.I find that writing does that, empties the bottle of whatever we’re enduring or puts it in perspective that tomorrow is not far away.
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