I feel every emotion too deeply; they're a dagger to my heart, and I'm too sensitive - it only takes one tiny trigger for me to fall apart. Sometimes it feels as though I'm not a real being; convinced reality is a figment of my imagination that I'm seeing. I started to litter my body with scars from the innocent age of ten, I haven't stopped although I am nineteen now - things just haven't changed since then. I made my first attempt at the tender age of just twelve years old, and to this day another fourteen have occurred; by this inner demon I'm controlled. A patient in a psychiatric hospital 6 days after my eighteenth birthday, after swallowing a cocktail of pills and alcohol wanting to die away.
But...
I am someone with raw passion that flows through my veins and my curiosity and adoration for the world around me remains. I have mastered the art of living in the moment and doing the things that matter to me; and I'm full of devotion and determination to be the person I'm destined to be. I use poetry as an expression of all that I feel and I am made of linguistic creativity, and I love deeply without reservation everything and everyone around me.
So although I may have borderline personality disorder as a part of me, I am still a kind-hearted and passionate person who wants to be the best she can be.