I hate myself for making mistakes.
I hate myself for hurting people.
I hate myself for having borderline personality/bipolar disorder.
I hate myself for being an attention seeker because of BPD.
I think it would be best to end my life
Pill bottle on the bedside table, song in my ears, note under my pillow
so that I can’t hurt anyone anymore.
The people I care about.
The people I love, as much as I hate that word.
I feel like a trap.
I lie in wait.
I don’t want to hurt anyone, but
people step too close
and my jaws snap
and people are hurt badly.
Then someone resets me
and it starts all over again.
So don’t come near me.
Don’t get close to me.
Don’t get inside my head.
For God’s sake, don’t get near my heart.
Because I can hurt you.
And no matter how much I care
no matter how much I love you
no matter how much I don’t want to hurt you
In all likelihood
I hate myself for being manipulative because of BPD.
I hate myself for exaggerating things because of BPD.
Basically, I hate myself for having a disorder.
I didn’t want to tell you guys this, because it’s kind of super bad, but yeah. I have borderline personality disorder (BPD). I hate that I have it. I hate that it makes me hurt people. I hate that it makes me blow everything out of proportion. I hate that I can never see the grey area in anything.
I hate BPD more than I hate myself.And that means a LOT.