Bpd Poem by jenny obrien

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