I wanted to go home.
But I realized I was homeless.
I had no place I belonged.
No hand or heart to own.
My home was you,
But now you're gone.
- From the, "She." Series.
Written for my Twin Flame every time he's gone.
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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...
