just another day

When I wake up on a morning feeling ugly and shit. One look in the mirror triggers my bpd. This daily misery when will I be free. Finding happiness is now gota be key. If the mental pain isn't enough I got the muscle pain and goddam feeling IV just had enough. Where the love for my body. Desperately searching for a hoppy. Cause one day I love something and the next day I dont. Come and give me a hug actually no just fuck off. Might sound odd to most. But for bpd it's as normal as my daily dose. Why can't I keep people close. Fuck it am all alone. No messages on my phone. I don't care about your Lamborghini and your diamond cuffs. Or your 2 grand dog which would be shit on cruffs. What's important is love and friendship. Being on the breadline brings hardship. So next time you post a tiktok about your villa in Spain. Thing about the people going through pain. Am sure it's nice to have the fame but don't make others feel so lame.