Maybe I was wrong,
For thinking I could change.
For awhile I saw the bigger picture.
Now all I see is me.
Me and my empty skeleton bones.
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Dim.
PoetryTired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. W...
