Bpd misery

Automatic trigger

The Verbal gun

The velvet tongue

The nagging voice

Is like a Cancer

To my brain

Overall I’ve gotten better

But I’m still mostly the same

Don’t react

Don’t begin

To lose control

Don’t get caught up in

Your drunkard spin

I’d rather watch you drink

And sick yourself

Into

Oblivion

than

To sit and watch you stay

oblivious

You can’t beat

The army of people you mistreat

And expect them to have your back

The next time you attack

Someone new

Get a clue

You biggest enemy is you

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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