My yen to better myself is has become an obsession
causing me constant frustration
being so self aware of my unhealthy patterns
leads me to self flagellation
Oh another poem about how I’m so toxic
or I’m a perpetual love addict
or I do everything wrong when it comes to love
When will I reach a point of enough
Enough with pointing out my faults
Enough of feeling my self imposed emotional claws
Enough of acting like I’m a monster
and how I’m consumed by anger
I know that healing means being self aware
but there’s gotta be something on the other side
of this constant despair
Life on the BPD 
Beautiful and touching poem. I relate to it a lot. I often find myself judging myself negatively a lot. My family members have started calling me out help my catch myself whenever they happen to hear my negative self talk. Even with their help though it’s still a tough habit to break.
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I love it 🥰 and wonderfully written ❣️
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