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on the border-line

My mind never knew any shades of grey,

It’s either black or white,

Sometimes I don’t know what to think,

Cause every decision is a fight.

I often handle without thinking,

Don’t consider the consequences,

My head chooses to break the rules,

At my very own expenses.

I never seem to be good enough,

Although I always do my best,

I just can’t get air to breathe,

And there’s this tightness in my chest.

My head is a very dark place,

Even when I want to try,

I keep pushing people away,

Because I don’t want them to see me cry.

I make up new personalities,

While I don’t know who I am,

Been struggling to find the surface,

My thoughts drown me at 2am.

It’s hard to make my dreams come true,

When all I have is nightmares,

I seem to be invisible,

But my arms cause curious stares.

I’ve never been afraid of pain,

Enjoyed seeing my own blood,

My body is now full of scars,

One for every single cut.

I can’t control my emotions,

They’re either love or burning hate,

The others think I am insane,

For saving me it is too late.

I wanna be a different person,

But my life was never mine,

For as long as I remember,

I’ve been living on the borderline.