The truth behind mental health

As emptiness emerges from its surface, A thought of it wouldn’t harm me. But I was totally at fault for it, Because, oh dear, I was alone again. A single rose can’t explain the thorns, Why not add in a little sweetness to it? As my anger slips in every day, My mood is a weather vane in a storm Darkness settles like a cloak of ice, As everything within me freeze. Like an owl in the night, Sleep stands at the door, but never enters.. An impulse that can’t be controlled, A coping skill to be learned. A flicker of fire beneath the skin, BPD, you are not my thing. Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee.

I once heard life is not full of joy,  But an unending ache in the soul.  Oh, what can I say but smile through pain—  That I should agree with this perception. My mind twists and turns like a raging storm,  A cyclone without rest or end.  I wish—oh how I wish—  For someone who could truly understand. Loneliness and sorrow: threads in life’s cloth,  Yet friendship softens the path,  Am I right or am I wrong?  A thought that just comes up in my mind. I came with all I thought I knew,  Yet carry this hiccup in my heart.  I am the broken pieces that you speak of,  And still, I cherish what won’t depart. Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee.