You haven't been yourself lately, have you? You're battling your thoughts, and they're not kind to you, are they? Even after everything that has happened, they continue to torment you. But here's the thing: they are just thoughts, planted in your mind by those who hurt you so deeply. You're a fighter, and I know you're tired. Your soul aches for release, yet you're still here. People like us are exhausted, worn out, and tormented by our thoughts. We want it to stop—not to die, really, but to find the peace and comfort we've never truly had. We are like caterpillars yearning to transform, but trauma has taken everything, even our sense of self. The feeling of knowing you might die by your own hands doesn’t disappear, but we fight. Every day, every minute.
And we have the right to be tired, because fighting is all we do.
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Fragments of Innocence
PoetryEmbark 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...
