(original poetry about living with BPD) BPD grips with cruel, unseen hands, it shifts, it shakes, it understands. it takes your peace, your trust, your mind, leaving pieces you will never find. emotions that will crash like waves at sea, a constant fight for what’s to be. it twists your world, it bends your view, until you don't know what's false or true. it steals your joy, your hope, your grace, replacing calm with a frantic chase. and in its wake, there's emptiness, a soul that's lost, a heart in distress. it takes your light, your will to fight, and leaves you battling through the night. until the day, it takes it all, and you’re left, broken, bound to fall. #BPD ❤️