I’m told this disorder stems from fear of abandonment
That ACE incidents shape the negatives
I’m told a story of coming to family with a nest of spiders in my hair
That abuse isn’t always physical or emotional
I tell myself that no one actually loves me
That things happen out of your control
I’m told by the universe I was created to bring happiness and love
All history has taught us that destruction is a constant
I’m told that people can be only good or only bad in my eyes
That’s why I could never forgive and forever love
How can one truly connect when feeling never a part?
How can you be a part when you’re always floating above?
Borderline of deciding something
Life, death, can’t I be done?