Why don't I deserve to be happy?
Why don't I deserve love?
Why don't I deserve consistency?
Why don't I deserve the good that life has?
Why did God make me like this?
Why did he complicate my life like this?
Why did he make me so naïve,
So trusting,
So gullible,
So vulnerable,
So loving?
Why did he make me such a lover,
Such a terrible fucking lover?
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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...
