Bpd lives within me
Pain and anger take over.
Failed attempts shut me down,
Guilt and dread, wheres my closet closed.
I need luck, or is it I need to improve.
I'm not in a rut or stuck,
This is a problem I can't solve.
But I argue with my demons, daily,
Trauma leads me astray, nightly,
How much can she take from me?
I need to stay calm, I need...