The strings on my heart were pulled on like the tied going out to sea
But for me to see
and the hands that hold me captive
Asphyxiating my every move
where just a vanishing thought a figment of my imagination and the void within those feelings of love and lust were nothing more then my mind playing an unfair trick on my heart.
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Splitting And Grounding
PoetryWelcome to a series of 4 am thoughts, BPD splits, suicidal ideation and my poor attempts at adequately expressing my emotions through writing. call them poems if you will some of its just writing what I need to get out others are something I spent t...
