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wordsofabandonment · 2 years
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spin and dip
it is a tense dance
my body breaking down
exhaustion weighing heavy on each individual feature
social battery draining
10%... 9%... 8%... 0%
I wish I could openly sneer in derision of them
gossiping behind their back doesn't feel quite as satisfying
I want to scream, to yell, to go off on them all
but I hold back
I don't step forward
I let them lead
it is a tense dance
and then, there's you
I am switching dance partners
constantly, turning my face to someone new
switching my subtle expressions
my body movements
all to match your tempo
because you're all dancing to different songs
I sing to drown out your songs
I have to hold onto myself
even if it's easier to lose myself in your music
but I have nothing of myself to hold onto
our bodies pressed together intimately
my affection swells
crests
crashes
I am hit with criticism
you dip me to the ground
and I snap
split
where fondness might have been
there is only disdain now
you are not my dance partner anymore
you are my enemy
I lunge
aiming for your throat
but I pass through you
I pass through everything
I am filled with such emptiness
I am empty
I try to grasp onto my hatred for you
desperately needing to hold on
but it slips through my fingers
my mood falling before I can catch it
I slump to the ground
exhausted from our dance
our fight
you, ignorant, turn away
and I run
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wordsofabandonment · 2 years
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i have scars on my wrist
that no one can see
nobody, nobody
nobody but me
i'm bleeding//i'm free
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wordsofabandonment · 2 years
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wordsofabandonment · 2 years
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eyes growing glowing greener
he can't be my fp. i've never met him or even spoken with him privately. he provides a distraction for me and i take care of him in return.
but i still get those feelings of envy, of possessiveness, of anxiety. he's replacing me with someone else. he hates me. he'll leave me. and it's funny because i never really had him in the first place. he's not my fp. we don't know each other. our relationship is a casual sort of professional at best. there's distance, for certain.
yet. i still feel like i can claim him. in some way. i feel like i'm important, like i'm special to him. i don't want to lose that. i can't lose that. it's the tether that keeps me grounded while the world floats around me, the motivation to keep going while the currents push against me. i'm not important or special to anyone else.
so, no. he's not my fp. but he matters. a lot. i can't stand the thought of being replaced by someone else in his eyes, even if they deserve it more. even if i deserve nothing. i can't stand the person who might replace me, even if they've only ever been nice and helpful and loved the person i care about, just as i do, just like so many others.
are these feelings going to underlie all of my relationships for the rest of my life? even when the person isn't my fp, when they're not even close to being my fp? is that what this is?
my fear of abandonment, apparently, stems so far and wide that it permeates, poisons, all the good things i could dream of. my insecurities and anxieties over that will never be dissuaded, for i am a self-fulfilling prophecy.
i am screaming into the void. all of my frustrations. all of my vulnerabilities. all of my secrets that i will never tell a living soul. the void stares back dispassionately. this is the best i can ask for. this is all that i deserve.
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wordsofabandonment · 2 years
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catch me hyperfixating on my newest Mentally Ill character obsession because there's nowhere else someone might even vaguely understand all the fucked up shit in my head, right?
i am drawn to it, like a moth that hungers for its flame. my worst desires and darkest thoughts. i can't get enough. feed me
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wordsofabandonment · 2 years
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pov: you write to forget about all your problems
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tag yourself I’m petulant and impulsive
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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Common bpd triggers:
- Criticism of any kind - Invalidation of their feelings, what they're going through - Cancelling plans last minute - Lack of attention/not enough support - Being interrupted when speaking - Lack of enthusiasm when talking about something you're happy about - Being called selfish, manipulative, crazy etc when showing symptoms - Rejection of any kind - Abandonment "jokes" - Someone yelling
Often times doing/saying these things can intensify bpd symptoms and cause episodes which can result in self-harm, suicidality, self destructive behaviors and more. Please be cautious and careful of what you say and do. Be kind and understanding.
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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it's scary how fast I can go
from
sobbing with emotion and despair filling every crevice of my broken heart
to
numb, nothing, empty
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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If you see me looking zoned out it’s cuz im having a therapy session with myself in my head
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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but the sign on the door says "pull"
it's just that
I've been in too many relationships
that said
that promised
that swore
to be stable
to be sturdy, to be strong, to be lasting
to hold even when I pushed against it
and yet
when I actually pushed against it
it crumpled
immediately
collapsing like a pile of ashes
so I'm afraid now
to push
I don't trust relationships to hold
against my weight
so I don't push
ever
even if it's in my best interest to push
even if it means that I'll
slowly, silently suffocate
under my own weight
I don't push
because the feeling of
a relationship falling apart
underneath me
is the worst feeling
worse even than
imploding
upon myself
I can't push
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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it feels like i'm falling into the walls: a late night breakdown
devoid of hope
and
I'm lost
and
why why why why why why why wh-
and
something hurts
and
it's so fucking dark
and
empty........... empty
and
I can't breathe I don't want
and
fractures into splinters into cracks into fissures into breaks into shards into shattered
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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If I send you 13 things I wanna hear back, and you only send back 12, I’m taking that personally, just try and stop me
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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bpd also means:
needing a fp
someone you are dependent on (cause you can’t live on your own)
someone you just need confirmation from
their criticism (even valid) destroys you instantly and completely
someone you admire and/or hate with all your heart (yeah, splitting)
someone you have no healthy distance to
they can be a relative, friend, partner or what the fuck
they know you differently, deeper - it‘s why they have That power over you
some can trap you in abusive relationships, others may stabilize you
it‘s complicated
you don’t wanna need them, you just do
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wordsofabandonment · 3 years
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BPD is thinking everyone hates you even if you have no proof. You feel like a burden. Your brain says you’re better off dead. You’re a child inside because of trauma. All you ever WANTED was to be loved. 
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