This... This is my soul. These are my poems, my songs, my pain, my tears. Here. Judge them. See them. I have cut open my chest and am showing you the blood, the tears, the pain, the somehow-still-beating heart.
Yes, this has a Mature rating, only because it deals with real life. *My* real life. And my life hasn't been all innocence and rainbows. My life has been pain, tears, abuse. My life has been real. Real hell.
Trigger-Warning: Yeah. This deals with heavy stuff. Suicidal thoughts, self-harm, PTSD, abuse, pain.
Tired 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.
With my ways it's hard to keep down anything healthy, relationships that don't last but stay with me like my own personal demons. And evil around the corner you'd never see coming. The pain changes you. Trauma changes you. It strips you away from yourself.
BPD strips away your identity sometimes I guess this is my way of finding myself again, through writing and reflecting and realizing it is okay to be hurting.
This book will include poetry and scenes and think pieces. It will be vulnerable. It will be raw. It will remind you of your own loss.
- "She." Xx🥀xX