Today, I woke up with a song on my mind. It sums up what happened with my BPDxbf:
"Killing Me Softly With His Song"
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song... .
When my BPDxbf talked of his experiences, they resonated with me so strongly. I identified with him and felt both his pain and mine. I wanted to save him from his pain so he could save me from mine. Yet, he was oblivious to me, thinking that he was the only one who was suffering and in pain. I felt invisible to him. He resented me, resented my house, my friends, the happy family life he thinks I had as a child/have now. He perceives my life to be so much better than his and he hates me for it. He doesn't see my sadness, the pain from my own upbringing, the isolation, the loneliness and the deep emptiness from needing to be loved. It was always only ever about him.
Today, I feel very sad.
Lifewriter x