BPD, depression, anxiety, confusion, society

Clean

we dirty ourselves before we can become

happy

we bury ourselves in the ground before we become

alive

crying alone in a room we wonder

dreaming

nightmares clouding present thoughts

walking

backward motion unsteady falling off cliffs

jumping

up toward the sky we look at the stars

loving

sabotaged by our own knives

cutting

breaking through into

darkness

entombing ourselves...

killing ourselves.