I usually only post my shitty poetry and I haven’t done so in a while. But does anyone that is following me know anything about Obsessive compulsive disorder or borderline personality disorder? I’ve been diagnosed for a couple weeks now I’m and really confused.
I’m running water in the other room in the dark
I hear thumping out of the ear that is not beig drowned by ozzy osbourne
I could get killed tonight
I could get robbed tknight.
I could handle it.
I could embrace it.
I’ve almost got there myself
It’s like a service that reaches out to help you (die) when you didn’t even have to ask.
The room doesn’t have heat
The door locks halfway
I’ve finished too many bowls
and too many shots
If they want me dead they could have me dead
And I’m learning the paper work from hells office
Sometimes your body needs to breath
Sometimes your body needs to be relieved
Sometimes your body has nervous energy and needs to scream
And sometimes at night your arms need to bleed.