A BPD Warrior
I woke up with a sudden scare,
Drenched in sweat and silent tears.
Afraid of something dark, unknown,
While loneliness devours me whole.
A fretful fear, one aching truth—
Oh, how I wish to draw a line.
But presto! Still, my heart resists,
For deep within, I fear all change.
A single rose—so red, so bright—
Beneath its weight, my shoulders ache.
I wish I bore it all with grace,
So none would feel my heart as weight.
With this condition, I must face,
No choice but lift my head with pride.
In the end, I weep, the pain runs deep—
A BPD warrior, soul and stride.
Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee
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