Borderline

I’m a borderline

Whatever that means

I’m shattered glass

And broken dreams.

I need something

To dull my pain

Whether it’s wine

Or even cocaine.

I’m crossing boundaries

And lying to those who care

Making bad choices

What to eat, what to drink, what to wear.

Harming myself is nothing

Self-destruction is all I know

Taking too many pills

Not caring if I stay or go.

I hate myself so much

I feel blackened inside

Like a charcoal skeleton

Rotted, dead, died.

I’d like to be happy

And confident in my skin

But for now I’ll keep living

Seeing each new day in.