I’m Coming For You
/It’s time I got my own
From a world that didn’t care
From a world that wasn’t home
Taken and laid bare
Taken before I had grown
My home turned into a lair…
It’s time I got my own
From a world that didn’t care
From a world that wasn’t home
Taken and laid bare
Taken before I had grown
My home turned into a lair…
Memories compress,
In the recess of the mind.
Thoughts confined,
By the passing of time.
A shine dedicated
To a past divine.
The horrors expressed
So totally mine…
Using words for expression,
A curing pain session,
My inner mind’s compression,
With anxiety, rumination and depression,
It’s an obsession,
A self-destructive messin’
I was trying to represent both the suffering that we feel in response to trauma/triggers/BPD, combined with the seemingly selfish way we can at times take it out on those closest to us.
The ‘I’ in this story, even while repentant/sorrowful is still focused on it-self.
Yes there is suffering, but that suffering isn’t a justification to take it out on the innocent people that love us.
I also wanted to highlight the absolute overwhelm of emotions that trauma can cause. The spiral into darkness and the inevitable relationship breakdowns that result from such outbursts.
It takes a patient and empathetic person to tolerate that.
There’s nowhere you can run to,
Nowhere you can hide,
Not when your problems
Are coming from inside.
You cannot escape them,
You cannot leave,
Now that blood is
Running down your sleeve…
I see myself, and I see myself seeing myself;
Trapped in an infinite regress.
Triggered.
I don’t know what I am,
Other than, that I am the ‘other’.
Separated.
I sit in the eye of the storm,
Enjoying the false calm…
This is shadow work with a twist.
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