Leaving Behind

You keep wishing for the day When you can lift your head When theres no pain in Your heart and you don't feel dead You speak the same words Over yourself like they're truth And it leaves a wound In your heart that's never truly healed I know I can't open up and help you... Continue Reading →

Love and Other Things

What most of us want more than anything else is to be loved. From the time we are born until we are old it's the one thing that we crave. We can have a relationship with God and feel fulfilled but still feel lonely, because we're created to be around people, to socialise. Our spirits... Continue Reading →

Moonless Night

Darkness, she is my lover; my horrid friend. She comes to me when I'm alone and wraps me in her cold embrace. She cries with me; but it's all just a mirror. Her lips well as she presses them against mine. Ice pierces my soul as I lay in her satin sheets. Something within me... Continue Reading →

What do you tell Yourself?

For as long as I can remember I had a monster growing at the edge of my life, he towered over my self-esteem and beat me down everytime I tried to tell the truth about who I was. Crazy thing is that monster still exists but every day his spine grows weaker, as I grow... Continue Reading →

Books

A book may be plain to look at on a shelf. It may be pretty. Look expensive. Look old and worn. But books weren't made to sit on a shelf.

Attention Seeker

If I've met the same variety of people along the scale of manipulation, with and without BPD... why do we still persist with the belief that BPD = manipulative?

When It Hurts Enough

I don’t see why it’s normal for women but not normal for men, I just can’t fathom that reasoning. I think it’s very sad that we live in a world where men find it hard to be around a friend or even a stranger who’s expressing themselves in a way they never have.

Sleeves

I have struggled a lot with self-harm. I am on the road to freedom from it, but that road is long, difficult and full of twists and switch backs.

Growing Up Mental

So I was anxious but with nothing to be anxious about. I had a great home environment and parents that loved me. I wasn't a kid that got abused, nothing bad ever really happened to me. I was just a kid with an illness in my brain.

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