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The Quiet Borderline 

Why I’m always so silent. In pic (Kurt Cobain)

 1 – My body shakes.

My head aches. 

I’ve been raped. 

And I’m going to fail. 

Because mind maims. 

Bullied under shame. 

Severe self hate. 

Can’t raise. 

Voice against. 

Madness chased. 

Hidden blades.

  

2 – Fine. 

I’m alright. 

Just a lost fight.  

Blurred sight. 

Now it’s a constant drive. 

Ugly body, pathetic mind. 

Miserable life. 

Opiate eyes. 

Pain behind. 

Tears dry. 

Masked lie. 

But why? 

Anxious to die.

3 – You will be gone soon. 

And I will lock my cocoon. 

Where I will bleed my doom.

So don’t find me and get confused. 

Because suicide is now a loop.

It’s becoming my ultimate truth. 

And I just can’t choose. 

What exactly do I have to prove? 

I’ve failed everything, whatever I’ve been through. 

So don’t look. 

I am a burning book. 

Which will soon. 

Turn to ashes, erasing my proof. 

My existence is mute.

And please don’t look back. 

I’ve already planned my attack. 

I’m sitting with a gun in my hand.

So don’t look back. 

I’m already trapped. 

4 – A woman who tried. 

She took my mask of disguise. 

I painted a picture which she defined. 

Hate which made me defiled.

The misery I tried to hide. 

A disgusting smile. 

Saw my soul through my eyes.

Withering ride.

But I, 

Left her because I, deserve to die. 

The quiet borderline. 

About to pull the trigger…grip on the gun; tight.

The Quiet Borderline.

Who never shined.

Is now terrorised.

Afraid to stay alive.

The Quiet Borderline.

Alone in night.

Jumped down from a height.

The Quiet Borderline.

Written By ‘PATIENT’ Stan.

Meaning – I wrote this to describe quiet borderline personality. Which is quite psychotically more self destructive because a typical BPD sufferer would exhibit acting out, where as a a quiet one will act in. Inducing pain upon themselves. They get unnoticed and it’s sometimes too late for them. 

It’s story about a guy who is struggling from such inner turmoil that he thinks he doesn’t deserve anyone in his life. He gets frightened when people try to get too close to him. He just maintains his distance and avoids contact. He’s sensitive about his scars. But not comfortable in his skin as people keep reminding him to pull his sleeves down. Providing him successfull nostalgia of misery & shame. He feels things intensely and that’s why hate getting attached to someone because he knows it will be a rollercoaster of agonising pain. He’s suicidal and thinks he deserves to die.

Horrors Of Reality 

Addiction base

 

Man is totally greedy. 

Everyone’s an enemy. 

A business deal. 

Or captivating future breed. 

Self hate begins to feed. 

A disgusted feel. 

No empathy. 

No assurities. 

No hopefull deeds. 

  

The Horrors of reality. 

 

Burning every essence. 

Inside a predators presence. 

Failed system, creeping ignorance. 

Once again you totally depend. 

The blanket is inside the shelf. 

Take it out and survive one more day in hell. 

Pain is a good temperament.

It latches onto your belief. 

Can’t interpret the combustible heat. 

Now you can see. 

Closed eyes, in my dreams. 

 

I feel,  

The horrors of reality. 

 

Welcome To The Machine

From here to eternity. (P.S, Flip Dippity)

The Earth as we know is wide, 

But the land is distributed and disguised,

In the name of money and religion they divide,

Engage in wars, illusion of God on their side,

Youth is rushing towards the gym,

Powerful biceps like never seen,

Whats the use when your hands are tied?

My friend, WELCOME TO THE MACHINE.

Another day in that land,

That soldier steady as he can,

Waits for the orders, 

Fuck his demands,

Innocence at gunpoint,

The soldier’s heart forced to cold steel,

Kill that little boy for his religion,

My friend, WELCOME TO THE MACHINE.

 

– Written by Dhruv Joshi (Flip Dipitty)

There is no use of muscular power. The system( which I referred to as machine) is too powerful to crush us. We are an individual part of this metaphorically mechanized system. Inflexible, orthodox and narrow minded system. Either be a sport and mind your own business and keep your world limited to yourself or grow some balls and slap in the face of the system with anarchy. An anarchist often has selfless goals.

Lost Appeals.

​Here, again, I want to go,

Away, far, to a distance unknown,

Rituals and faiths on a blind ideal,

No bone to reform like an unbreakable seal,

They say Lucifer is locked down in hell,

But either he is free or we are down with him in well,

Every man, every woman seems a bit odd to me,

“Nice to meet you”, how can you say that when we just had seconds to greet,

Why these social obligations? Isn’t it good enough we are we?

But, I know, society, oh damn! Society!

Left – P.S , Right – Flip Dippity


Written by my dear friend Flip Dippity a.k.a Dhruv

The World Broke Us(Title by Rocky Toppo)

Hypocrisy is not realising.

Blades & cigarettes for anxities.


1-Suggestively confusing.Actively blaming.Void to nothing.Trying to break & using.Insecurities.

Dependant, burden physically. 

Why relationships are meant to be.

To just Adjust with the society.

Turning psychotic blindly.

Innocence of variety.

Suppressed to prove beauty.

Why can’t I be me???
2-Say it please.

For once I cared in need.

That too is being questioned simply.

Expressions & emotions? Used to be.

Now all dirty and filthy.

Why are you so close to hurt me?

I myself is an enemy, of me. isolation not dependancy.

Cuze I care no more about my very ill body.

A cutting duty.

Fire please.

Self destructive needs.

The world is breaking us apart indeed.

Fuck life, Fuck society.

Leave me alone please.

I don’t want your sympathy.

Neither your words of relief.

It all just piles up more to my own disease.

Which will develop practically.

Shaped by society.

Adressing the the pariahs as greedy.

Seeking attention freak.

Mess with me.

Hate me.

Kick the shit out of me.

Whatever you feel extreme.

Take it out on me. 
3-But I won’t Mind

The self destructive choice.

Gently implied.

Phisophically died.

Looser & shy.

Silently denied.

Whispering voice.

Bleeding lines

Broken by the world, from the inside.
4-Another deep cut.

What the fuck.

You messed up.

Despite being positioned.

Taking precautions.

Still a dominating depression.

Deal the dumb.

Lifeless-Ness begun.

A sensitive one.

Died with black luck.

And choosing to carelessly self destruct.

I D G A F.
5-The world broke us,

With nice people for just.

To sympathise our dust.

We don’t need a new bus.

Arrived with anti – religious Narcs.

All we want is to die fast.

You just made messy. 

lately to cut sharp.

Just accepting the dark.

Dark progression…final death destination. Pressuring depression, Isolation is better than dependancy, broken Empath. Borderlines are Assholes. We surely hate ourselves. Do not depend or defend. Because it’s soon to end, the will to test.


Written by P.S (PATIENT Stan)

Out Of The Box

Picking up.
Dusting lucks.
Upgrade just.
Levels of must.

Easily tempted.
Tortured & Tormented.
Sensation, felt it.
Evil, craved it.

Fright that I might
Loose the fight.
Like I did.
Anyways; otherwise.
Certainly occupied.

Patterns & behaviours.
Outcomes of denial.
Painful junctions.
Necessary redemption.
Key to self destruction.
A vicious obsession.
Cutting perversions.
Afraid of becoming a failure.

Execute.
Failing to reduce.
Being too obtuse.
A lying fool.
A demonic tool.

Out of the box.
Another one deformed.
Slowly to rot.
Waste that just took off.
Worthlessely gone.
Destruction on top.
A failed loss.
A long war fought.
Ultimately all lost.
Broken while was soft.

A best friend held.
Never yet to be yelled.
Just to stay calm & well.
Nevermind; cuze It’ll never end. 

But the flowing blood.
Just makes it worse.
For relieving amount of outburst.
Skin to dirt.
Settle you’re shirt.
All done to a purpose.
To achieve the best amount of pleasure.
I know it’s the worst measure.
I’m trying my best to get better.
But it’s just never…never..whatever.

Out of the box.
Another one deformed.
Slowly to rot.
Waste that just took off.
Worthlessely gone.
Destruction on top.
A failed loss.
A long war fought.
Ultimately all lost.
Broken while was soft.

A toxic downer is all what you’ve become,
so stop talking to everyone.
Keep it to yourself and pick me up.
I’ll calm u down when it will be done.
Does; still not feels like a member.
A reject, a monster and a bloody tremor.
So stop talking to everyone.
Keep it to yourself and pick me up.
I’ll calm u down when it will be done.
Numbed across an extremely painful sensation.

Kill it all. One by one.
So stop talking to everyone.
Keep it to yourself and pick me up.
I’ll calm u down when it will be done.
It all seems fun…quickly dumped.
So stop talking to everyone.
Kill it all. One by one.
So stop talking to everyone.
Keep it to yourself and pick me up.
I’ll calm u down when it will be done.

But the flowing blood.
Just makes it worse.
For relieving amount of outburst.
Skin to dirt.
Settle you’re shirt.
All done to a purpose.
To achieve the best amount of pleasure.
I know it’s the worst measure.
I’m trying my best to get better.
But it’s just never…never..whatever.

Out of the box.
Another one deformed.
Slowly to rot.
Waste that just took off.
Worthlessely gone.
Destruction on top.
A failed loss.
A long war fought.
Ultimately all lost.
Broken while was soft.

Written by :- P.S (PATIENT Stan)