BPD(19/03/07)

Sometimes the madness

is in the tears,

or in the laughter

not so often heard.

Conversing with oneself

staring at objects…

thinking derogatory thoughts…

self-annihilation, to see the freefall of remorse.

Wake up every morning from the bed,

ah my mistake…from the bed,

not from sleep

turn in every night, to the bed, not to sleep..

swallow the pills

forget the insignificant life

spread the limbs to find it paralyzed.

To their distress they plead…

a smile…with the hearts fullness

tears is all they find.

With a grim face,

thinking thoughts of death

the angry soul needs to be pinned down

and the medication is available…

Prozac, valium, flunil

anti-depressant, anti-anxiety and a sleeping pill

could only euthanasia be anti-life?

The problem is not

the fear the guilt and the regrets

the problem is the dissatisfaction

and the hatred (of ones life)

talk, talk, talk

talk to the psychiatrist,

then to the psychologist

talk a little more to the world to explain (oneself)

sometimes the madness is in the tears

sometimes in the laughter,

sometimes in the rage and

sometimes there’s blood everywhere.