Having Bpd is like living in Hell
It is like a roller coaster
One day up and one day down
No one understand how you feel
You get called “A waste of time” by the police
You get called “Attention seeker” by your “Friends”
You get called a waste of space by people
If you don’t have BPD
You couldn’t understand what life is like
For someone who has BPD
So if they get suicidal
If they get unwell
Don’t Judge them
Befriend them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow I like this poem. Ironically the one I love has bipolar and her name is also Jenni. Even though she's a million miles away and probably can't hear me I still tell her she's the most beautiful girl in the world.