Come With me, and read my personal thoughts, and feelings while I struggle with BPD.
As I journey through the challenges that await,Behold the transformation of my beautiful fate,As I navigate the maze of life’s trials and tribulations. My words set a blaze. A brilliant flame, so come and gaze upon words untold, and finally nurture your soul.
Falling in the deep
In the shadows deep, where my pain resides, slowly burrying me alive.
A haunting melody of sorrow hides.
I walk alone, my thouts they scream
Someone take me home and be with me.
A puppeteer of self-deceit,
I twine the strings of my own defeat.
With every step, I sow despair,
A masquerade of a life unfair, one too heavy to bear.
In realms of darkness, I cast my spell,
Unknowingly weaving my own hell.
Whispers of doubt, like venomous seeds,
Planting destruction, fulfilling my wants and not my needs.
I sabotage my dreams, my aspirations they lost their keys.
Falling prey to my own hesitations. So pray in hesitstion.
The mirror reflects a shattered soul,filled with temptations untold.
A fragmented spirit that can’t be made whole.
Within this prison a story finally told,
I find my self alone in self-inflicttion and devastation.
But as the truth unveils its face,
I realize I am both captor and filled with disgrace.
I am the saboteur, the architect of woe,
The one who nurtures this pain to grow.
No external force, no wicked hand,no scheme or demonic hands.
Just my own choices, my self-made sand. I’m the fien I hated in the end.
Yet, in this revelation, I find a glimmer of hope, as I cry and choke
A chance to break free, to cease the life that once haunted me.
For if I am the source of my own despair,
Then I must hold the power to repair.
I am aware of life’s unjust ways.In the final chapter, I pen my own end, finally I will set sail again. I’ll make my own way, day by day. With every new word I say.