You're feeling your emptiness. Living in your dreams, daydreaming. Trying to forget reality. Waking up to misery. Trying to run away from this life of countless pointless choices.
What's life? What's the meaning of life? Is it our feelings. Our thoughts? Our choices? Or is it nothing at all? Feelings are mere illusions. Thoughts are just forged images. And choices are the fake sense of control. And even though those are true, it's sad cause without them life itself is useless.
There's only darkness when you're not here. When I'm laying on the floor doing damage to my core. That will leave me with empty eyes and deep scars. When I want to carve out all that's constantly running through my mind. You're my rope, you give me hope.
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Slipped thoughts
RandomUnfiltered thoughts, depressive, happy, maybe quotes and poetry and a bit of greek stuff. Everything that goes through my mind and every feeling. A collection of everyday thoughts from someone living with bpd. Something like a personal diary. It's...
