For so long, it was your companion, a means to control the mental anguish by converting it into physical pain, for that seemed easier to bear. But, my child, can't you see it's a double-edged blade? Your body becomes increasingly marked with scars from wounds so deep. Soon, you'll gaze into the mirror, and it's all you'll see-the pain you feel inside now etched onto your skin. Yet, you continue, driven by hatred and self-loathing, unable to break free. It's an endless cycle of agony and self-destruction.
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Fragments of Innocence
Thơ caEmbark 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...
