I wrote a poem about how I feel about bpd.

Bpd is a bain, through life's hard facts it's a drain,

Sapping strength and stealing courage,
Never will I think I'll flourish,
I don't know what I've done to deserve this curse,
In the past I am stuck with nightmares and flashbacks that's why I cut, To kill the pain for the day, and try to forget to another day,

But bpd needs to learn that I am strong and unconcerned,
I have love in my heart and friends that'll support,
They light my way and help me say "fuck it I'll live another day"