I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
guilt and despair fills you up from the pain you’ve caused
and you’re in the thick fog of darkness
so you write poetry and cry and idealize death
because in your time-therapy was still a new thing
and the cure for your hysteria was a lobotomy
and there was no such thing as DBT
and no one to tell you that feelings are temporary
Life on the BPD 
Yes but sometimes there’s PTSD. We have to be careful not to dwell on the bad times to much or they will always come back to haunt us.
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That’s an interesting interpretation. The poem was written from my point of view if I had lived in a different time with BPD before there was a diagnosis for it.
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Oh . Thank you for clarifying that for me.
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