Most of the time I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead I walk the knifes edge one little slip and I fall off. Th borders of my Reality are constantly shifting one moment feeling so solid then next like water only so thin there is no use in even trying to swim so instead I brush my blonde hair and cover the scars and make sure no one can tell what goes on inside my mind.

Lauren Kiczula

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-borders-of-reality/