Borderline Personality Disorder: Full Disclosure

Borderline Personality Disorder: Full Disclosure There is no I inside, No consistent self through time. I know that I am but Don't know who it is that is, Who will be tomorrow, or was yesterday. Sad to be confused. All there is is nothing, Like grabbing invisible wind, Squeezing a fist-full of water. Sad to be empty. It makes no sense to do something By myself for myself. In relationship I take the back seat. The other one's life becomes mine. Sad to have nothing to give. I know you love me, But do not believe you do, and I hate you sometimes too but Don’t leave or lose me from your heart. I swear I’ll do anything. Sad to be afraid to be alone. Chemically alter my mood? Of course, And every chance I get. Sad to not live in my own skin Anger jumps quick to rage And I hurt who I desperately love. Sad to be mean. No more dreams of who or what to be, Not goals to achieve with joy Like happy people have to live for. Sad to have no future. Self harm becomes the norm because It's better than suicide. Sad to choose between the two. Emotions twist and scatter, hop about, Bounce about, smash against each other, or Splat the sides of my brain and scream. Sad to be unstable. Time is long past up for me to be: Living unbearable despair, Suffering extreme, unacceptable. Hamlet’s answer the later. Sad for loved ones loved.