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FELINE PRIESTESS RAY
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„what u took, and never gave back“
you took
all of me
when i had
nothing but
hope
you took
every little memory
i had
you took
my smile
my success
you made me
unable
to trust someone
no matter
how
hard
i try
you started
a constant fight
against myself
trying
to get better
for what
you
put
me
through
you ripped me apart
into
a million pieces
over
and
over again
you made me
suffer
for years
and
years
and blame myself
for
your pain
but i was
just
a child
i didn’t deserve
this
because
i was just
a child
and you took that
from me
#poetic#borderline personality disorder#poetry#poets on tumblr#poetscommunity#quiet borderline#new poets society#trauma#inner child#ptsdquotes
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„me vs. me“
it’s me
vs.
me
it’s always been
and
always will be
my own face in the
bathroom mirror
starring into my
lifeless eyes
full of
disgust
and
misery
its been
me
vs.
me
since i can
remember
a little girl
fighting against
herself
to always be
bigger
better
brighter
it’s been
me
vs.
me
for quite a while
now
and
suddenly
i get used to fighting
against
myself
because it will
always be
me
vs.
me
#poetic#poetry#borderline personality disorder#poets on tumblr#poetscommunity#new poets society#quiet borderline
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„what about me?“
„this is not the end.“
but what if i want it to be
the end
„but you could get better“
and then?
what if i dont want to
get better
what if this
endless suffering
brings some warmth within
some comfort
„but what about your loved ones?“
what about them?
what about the pain in their eyes
when they see
another blade has been dragged
along my skin
what about me?
what about the endless nights
looking for something sharp
to make me feel something
again
what about
all of my silent suffering
going on for
years
and
years
what about me?
what if i want this to be
the end?
#tw sharp things#new poets society#poetic#poetry#depressing shit#quiet borderline#borderline personality disorder
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„alive“
i wasn’t alive yesterday
and the day before that
and the day before
i actually dont remember
what being alive
feels like
i dont even remember
the last time
i felt alive
was it
when i was
laying in bed
pinching my nails into my stomach
trying to rip my skin off of my bones
or
was it
when i ran the blade
all over my thigh
to see
if i was still bleeding
or if
all of me thats left
really is
an empty shell
of
a human being
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„you’re just too much“
the first man to ever tell me
„you’re just too much@
was actually my father
and
i dont even remember
the first time
these words left his mouth
i can only remember
the sharp pain in my chest
as if he
would’ve just put his hand
into it
and brutally
rip my heart out
and put it back in
with a simple
„i love you still“
but
what does that mean
still
does it mean
i have to be grateful
for him
shreddering me into a million pieces
i was never able
to put back together
the second man to ever tell me
„you’re just too much“
was the first man
i trusted with all i had
and all i was
the first man
to ever show me what i thought
was love
„you’re just too much“
was what he told me
when i was
giving him all my trust
and all my love
before he put his hands
around my sore throat
to show me
what being too much
could feel like
the third man to ever tell me
„you’re just too much“
is my daily companion
borderline
who makes sure
i always know
that i will never
be enough
but always
just
too
much
#poets on tumblr#poetic#poetscommunity#poetry#new poets society#borderline personality disorder#quiet borderline
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„remind me“
please
remind me
that i still
exist
remind me
that i still
breathe
function
feel
remind me
that
this void
isn’t endless
remind me
that i am
lovable
likeable
remind me
that i will
get through this
somehow
someday
please
just remind me
that
i am
still here
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„I cant tell you, but i love you“
if somebody asked me
about your
little strands of hair
i could explain to them
how they sparkle
in the sunlight
without even having
to think
for a single second
and if
somebody asked me
about your favorite things
i could write
an ongoing list
without hesitation
and if
somebody asked me
about
what your hand feels like
on my face
when we kiss
eachother
i could
put together a playlist
with all the songs
that come close to
describing
what you make me feel
because
i cant tell you
but i love you
sincerely
and
endlessly
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i want to die. with every fiber of my being i want to die. and i dont tell u cause i want u to feel sorry for me. i tell u to prepare. cause this shell im existing in is not enough to stay in anymore.
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Ich weiß nicht, was ich tun soll und ich weiß nicht, wohin. Ich hab' vergessen, wer ich sein will, und vergessen, wer ich bin. Ich renn' schon so 'ne Weile durch die Gegend ohne Ziel - es wär so leicht, mich zu entscheiden, wenn ich wüsste, was ich will.
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me: [nonchalantly describes horrific childhood trauma]
me, two minutes later: hmm. y'know, that's kinda fucked up now that i think about it
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This is how it looks like to struggle with mental illness and developmental disorders.
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U TOOK ALL OF ME
I can still
Feel your hands around
my throat
Pressing harder and harder
Until I feel
The last bit of cold air
Leaving my lungs
I gasp for help
For pity
For apology
You made me feel
Like it was my fault
I made you angry
I made your do it
So
It felt like
I choked myself
-ah
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“I used to love sleep, it was my only escape from all problems in reality But then you left, and now not even sleep can escape the thought of you”
— I don’t remember the last time I slept
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“You really fucked me up, you know that? I constantly type messages and go to press send, and then remember you don’t actually care. I constantly looked down your street everytime I drive by in case I see the tiniest bit of you, even though I know you wouldn’t do the same. I constantly look at photos of us and remind myself of memories, and I know that you wouldn’t dare to even think of them. I constantly remember every detail about you from your blue eyes to your horrible laugh, and you don’t even give me a second thought. That’s the difference between me and you, that was always the difference between me and you. I treasured every possible moment I could because I thought it was forever, you didn’t because you thought of me as an object that would pass time.”
— I’m tired of feeling this way
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Maybe its just right person wrong timing, or maybe im just too fucked up to be loved by anyone
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