tus palabras me queman hasta que soy nada fui otra aventura más, otro tiempo divertido para alguien buscando huir de su monotonía no hay nada más que decir o hacer fingiré estar feliz qué decidiste regresar con ella mientras me hundo en un ciclo de autodestrucción y remordimientos
getting to know the new you will be an adventure, and a risk worth taking even if we crash and burn once again because there’s no one else before or after who I loved more
Running away from my feelings, running away from my thoughts I will my legs to keep going as they start to groan and threaten to turn to mush the autumn sun shines on me and this should lift my spirits but the gloom stay within as I run, run, run Running away from my feelings, running away from my thoughts I still hate everything-especially myself Thinking of all my wrongs and how I’m doomed to a life of solitary confinement Will I ever fix what’s wrong with me? and then I see it-a deer a few yards away from me 3 second glances are exchanged it runs across the road away from me- and something shifts in me hope is awakened with a reminder of nature’s splendor it puts everything in perspective I am but a speck in the universe a creation of GOD It’s a waste to focus on past regrets and could’ve beens I need to seize the moment of what is and what could be- and I run on to the next chapter of my life
Quiero lo mejor para ti-porque te lo mereces, porque tu no pediste ser parte de este mundo pero la sigo regando con mis decisiones impulsivas con mis estupideces y no se como voy a salir de esta última atrocidad cometida que afectará el futuro de los dos
todos creen en nuestra obra de teatro tienen la impresión que vivimos un cuento de hadas si solo supieran como me insultas detrás de las puertas cerradas o como mi almohada se moja con mis lagrimas por tu desprecio estarían con sus bocas abiertas por la mentira tóxica que vivimos cada dia
todos nos envidian y me tiran indirectas y insultos porque una generación nos separa, porque dicen que no soy suficiente para ti pero ellos no entienden que has sido el primero en tratarme como un princesa, el primero en amarme de verdad
the nuns at Holy Spirit would be proud of me if they saw me with my self imposed celibacy, with the solitary confinement I’ve placed myself in They’d mistake my vow of chastity as me trying to get closer to the holy trinity when it’s really me being dramatic about my BPD recovery
I no longer believe in always and forever because everyone I’ve loved has always left Or I’ve stopped loving them always and forever is a fairytale programmed into me when I was a young girl It made me believe in the impossible dreams of true love and soul mates the only thing love has ever brought me has been anger, sorrow, and self destruction so my dreams of always and forever have burned to ashes I bury in my poetry
el monstruo de la oscuridad me persigue y me caza no hay salida y me encuentro en una jaula con la voz de mi crítica interna que me repite “no vales la pena, no vales la PENA, NO VALES LA PENA” Y trato de razonar con la voz pero no me escucha y me siento esclavizada por ella sin saber lo que me espera
Eliza, eliza, eliza what have you done? Entering a beauty content you have no business entering While you’re beautiful ,confident and powerful- Beauty contests aren’t for you when european beauty standards rule society it’s not that you’re less than them It’s just that your type of beauty is only meant to be fetishized to be fantasized about your beauty is a temporary place for men your beauty can’t keep a man, only excite men So while I’ll share the link and every now and then remind people to vote for you Remember your worth is not wrapped up in your beauty Because you’re more than your good looks You’re everything Kind, loyal, intelligent, witty, sexy, everything a man can dream of A woman a man can really love and be loyal to You just haven’t met him yet Trust is the process-trust in God’s divine timing
I don’t want to work that extra shift but my discover statement tells me otherwise- it tells me that once again I’m falling into a world of debt- for daring to live a life above my means, above my class and if I’m not careful I can slip back into poverty status so I’ll work that extra shift and stop trying to live a higher class life that’s not meant for me yet-
Maybe I need a new love story-even if it’s temporary so I can find relief and some peace from this loneliness That’s making me into an insane mess Maybe losing myself in someone else Will stop making me feel less- or perhaps what’s really happening It’s me allowing my depression talk me into finding a solution- for my neverending frustration with healing and growth and always having to look within for what I need But perhaps if I had somebody maybe for once, I could just be
trato y trato aceptar esta última tragedia entender que fue algo necesario para mi crecimiento y progreso entender que será algo que el futuro no tendrá tanta importancia pero por ahora soy una bola de odio y furia lista para gritar todo sobre la traición que he sufrido
I wrote this poem in October of 2022 with the help of Quora.
honestly though…
what do most people not understand about borderline personality disorder? what are borderline psychopaths? can you trust someone with borderline personality disorder? can someone who has bpd have empathy and feel bad for what they have done? does a borderline individual ever had a hard time getting over someone or can they easily forget? what is borderline personality rage? what hurts a person with BPD? why is borderline personality so contradictory? do people with BPD act normal to everyone except the person they’re splitting on? are people with BPD childlike ? can unconditional love treat borderline disorder? does a person with bpd make their partners go crazy? how do borderlines show they love you? do borderlines ever find happiness, hope or a genuine connection? what does a bpd episode look like? should someone with BPD ever disclose that to a potential mate? when do relationships with PwBpd start to fall apart? are borderline psychotic? can borderline disorder be cured?