Happiness is thing you will never know.
Love is a thing you will never keep.
Your mind will slowly lose grip,
You'll lose yourself,
To think you've found yourself,
Only to find more walls to climb over.
Only to find more,
Setbacks,
Danger,
And heartbreak.
You will do the bare minimum to get by.
Only getting by for others.
Others who will not,
Do the bare minimum for you.
And in doing so,
You will put yourself last.
You will lose your way.
That is God's Plan.
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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...
