Ticking Time Bomb

BPD is never in the middle. (Extreme High-low)



Theme – 

Mental Illnesses.

Eating Disorders.

Borderline Personality Disorder.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Self Harm.

Addiction.

Facts




1 – Dawn.

“C’mon.”

Mocks.

Sensitivity Shocks.

Trigger Talks.

Hawks.

Bleed a hell lot.

Abandoned in this ball.

Break bones on the wall.

Borderline brought.

Rail track hot.

Problems unsolved. 

Box locked.

Chain of infinite thoughts. 

Walking across.

With substances in default.

With substance withdrawals.

With addiction caught.

Like a Suicidal corpse.

Like a dead rot.

Like a ticking time bomb.
2 – Self Destruction to define.

To numb the mind.

Out bursting in diet.

“No problem! I’m fine.”

Established relationship reply.

Opening up appears to terrify.

Can’t cry.

But always a swollen eye.

Angry fights.

Angry bites.

Again dying.

Again lying.

Hide.

Silently died.

From the inside.

Fan guide.

Knot appears bright.

Guilt oblige.

Fright.

Wide.

Time.

Puppet prime.

Controlling crime.

One more cut please, to stabilise!

Long Sleeve to cover up all the lies.
3 – Shame Filled.

Overkill. 

Manic thrill.

Of blade drill.

Self medicating until,

10 deep openings are done on skin.

Piercing steel pins.

Experimental self harm of anaesthetics.

Addictively pathetic.

Impulsively picked. 

Give up! You Prick! 

Hide that you’re actually sick.

Razor marking maladaptive.

Sedative,

That’s effective.

Borderline self destructive.

Everyday variations in mood swings.

Ultimately the enemy wins.

Self Harm swim.
4 – Caffeine Relays.

Hunger delayed.

Anxiously behaved.

Smash that food filled plate.

Chewed Up Brain.

Totally Frail.

Eat your own damn-bam pain.

Only option left of intakes.

For the strike, it awaits.

Open eyes! It wakes.

Occupied substance waste.

Depression Date.

Lonely with just blades.

Loving them anyways. Every way. 

Insomnia phase.

Functioning rage.

Functional self hate.

Food Jail!

Disgust of weight machine scales.

Smash that food filled plate! 

Smash that food filled plate!

 

5 – Dawn.

“C’mon.”

Mocks.

Sensitivity shocks.

Trigger Talks.

Hawks.

Bleed a hell lot.

Abandoned in this ball.

Break bones on the wall.

Borderline brought.

Rail track hot.

Problems unsolved. 

Box locked.

Chain of infinite thoughts. 

Walking across.

With substances in default.

With substance withdrawals.

With addiction caught.

Like a Suicidal corpse.

Like a dead rot.

Like a ticking time bomb.

 

Positives

Written By P.S.

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The Psychedelic Experience 

Any connection is very common, but a soul psychedelic connection is very rare and unique. She deserves someone perfect and I don’t even recline close to that. Artwork By P.S for Sati.

1 – In unity,
We could be,

Honestly,

A singular power to breathe.

Where we could reach.

And ride a psychedelic jeep.

You’re not my queen.

Because you put me,

To a deep restful sleep.

That’s why you’re my SATI.

The Mystique.

But I can’t be,

Because I’m such a dark entity.
2 – My Mystique.

You can be,

Described through only.

Musical frequencies.

Cosmic Bass speed.

Kick stomping beats.

Time signatures that are oddly.

Viciously groovy.

Natraja beauty.

Hallucinate physically.

Intimidating perpetually.

Addictive personality.
3 – You have chewed the desire. 

But my synthesiser. 

You’ve become my drug, take me higher.

You’ve ignited a fire.

Of my own funeral pyre.

Like a flat tyre,

Now I’ve started to become much more quiter.

Like an empty lighter.

Like a Dead writer.
4 – The psychedelic experience.

You are my every reason.

But I have forsaken.

Eliminates in addiction.

Swaddled in confusions.

Frigid Isolation.

Doom separation.
5 – An Emotion.

Enlightenment Motions.

Depletions, 

Of subjugations.

Anxious occasions.

Psychedelic Amplifications. 

Biochemical destruction.

Knees tremors.

Failed methods.

To keep myself stable together.

Ashamed of what I feel for her soft heart & mighty feathers.
6 – The psychedelic experience.

You are my every reason.

But I have forsaken.

Eliminates in addiction. 

Swaddled in confusions.

Frigid Isolation.

Doom separation.

Written By P.S For SATI_TheMystique.

 

In Surveillance 

MIND

1 – When logicals fail.
You start with hate.

Because the breach has been made.
Isolatory escape.
Boiling above to rape.
Mind starts to contemplate.
Negotiates.
Trades.
With something which can’t be erased.
Neither it can be tamed.
It waits.
Then strikes again.

2 – Why won’t you let me eat?
Because you’re too heavy.
Already breached.
The territory.
Worthless freak.
In surveillance.
Situational maintainence.
Bitterly tormented.
Mind perverted.

3 – Insane…
In pain.
Insane…
From pain.
Insane…
Mundane.
Insane…
Are you even worthy to save?
Insane…
Suicidal craves.
Insane…
Closely surveilled.
Insane…
Blood cascades.
Insane & frail.

4 – Hit me as hard as you can.
Kick me, spit on me and break my hands.
Body dragged.
Head smashed.
Collar grabbed.
Punching mad.
Swollen bad.
Bite yourself when you feel trapt,
Ambiguous reflections convincing the mad.

5 – News reached.
Cold heat.
Knees weak.
Heart in misery.
Physically bleak.
Tears held back disgustingly.
Silent screams.
Dreadfully. Mentally. Astonishingly.
Manipulated me.
But I’ll gently…
CHEAT.
Act in to eliminate that feel.
I trusted you and you successfully,
Managed to make me bleed.
Smashing my body.
Against the walls, concrete.
I’ll stay hidden and never reveal.
Now what’s even the point of recovery?
It’s unhealthy…
Hate breeds.
Disorderly.
Failed therapy.
I surely…
Will now never trust anybody.

2 – In surveillance.
Situational maintainence.
Bitterly tormented.
Mind perverted.

Written By P.S.

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)