BPD

so many voices in my head

which ones are real

which ones are me

maybe all of them are me.

sometimes i forget about some of them

slipping from my mind,

forgotten.

when that happens,

they get angry,

rocking my skull,

turning my brain to thick bloody soup.

i love them all

i can't bear to part with them

but they talk all the time,

so that everything sounds like background noise.

people wonder why i don't

hear them when they speak

it's just because there's an infinite source of noise

in my brain.

it's not so bad,

i actually kind of like it.

it's better than being alone.

in a world of crushing loneliness,

i always have company.