Splitting

There is a chill in the air The humankind feels hostile A whiff of my putrid soul Pitiful, bitter & vile Arms reaching out to strangle me Turn into a comforting embrace I was mistaken, after all I do belong, I have a place The whispering voices in my head I cannot tell from friend to foe This letter of love, a paper cut My companion, I do not know The world is labyrinthine I do not see in grey A magnificent, lush garden A carcass on decay ___ Splitting is a psychological mechanism which allows a person to tolerate difficult and overwhelming emotions by seeing them as either good or bad, idealized or devalued. This dichotomous way of thinking is most commonly found in BPD but can al...View all