I suffer from a mental disorder that has a mortality rate of 10%. Please do not ask me how Iโm handling things. Itโs never good. And if it is good, itโs because Iโm manic. BPD is going to take ME. OUT.
Tell me you don't think
That I need to get some help
Tell me that you love me
Just tell me one more time
Tell me that I'm dreaming
Just open up my eyes
'Cause it's a long and hurtful phase
And I don't know if I belong here at all