Bpd Poem

[abhkah]

myself

crumbling in the night

as my heart dies

walls are caving in

I look, but see no light

pictures turn to stone

I look to see no past

there is nothing left in me

I live in silence alone

as I look to see my life

I come to know myself

I wish I could have some relief

life is cutting at me with a knife

c.1986 (the year of my childhood abuse). I was 14 years old.