Bpd Poetry - Tumblr Posts

Please, do not give me your honesty,

So that I may lie to you as well.

Force my sinuses to fill

With the stench

Of dopamine and yearning, evermore,

And suffocate me

With the weight of your departure.

Tell me how much you'd missed me,

And I'll say I never missed you once,

Just like a person drowning misses not oxygen,

And one parched misses not a water drop.

And I shall cry when you leave,

For with you or without you, my pain persists,

But at least when you're here, the silence is ever so slightly less deafening,

And for a fraction of a second

The bitterness may be sweetened by the fib.

- A.L

The thing I know about Bipolar Disorder is that it's a label. One you give crazy people. Labels like 'Bipolar' say this is why you are the way you are. This is who you are. They explain people away as an illness.

All The Bright Places (Pg. 271-271)

When you are a borderline

Sadness feels like suicide.

Anger feels like murder.

Distance feels like abbandonment.

Joy feels weird and unknown.

Being in love feels like being an inconvenience.

Loving someone feels like losing control.

Losing someone feels like dying.

Happiness feels like unbearable euphoria.

Feeling normal feels like feeling nothing.

Now put all that in a single week.