At five, I clung to hope for brighter days.
At ten, it was sheer determination that kept me going.
By thirteen, rage fueled my survival against the world's injustices.
But at seventeen, I surrendered, drifting through life like a hollow shell.
By nineteen, the lights flickered out for the first time.
Yet at twenty-one, my will to endure prevailed.
At twenty-two, darkness descended once more.
Now, at twenty-three, I press on with sheer willpower and the flicker of hope.
Because death, for reasons unknown, refuses to claim me yet.
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Fragments of Innocence
PoesiaEmbark on a deeply personal journey through the pages of "Fragments of Innocence." With raw and honest verse, the author invites you to explore the complexities of childhood trauma and the development of borderline personality. Interspersed with mom...
