Poem i wrote while remembering struggling to come to terms.

Eyes without feeling,
Hands of death,
Mind of madness,
Spirit of the damned.
Presence unnerving,
From deaths cold touch i rise again.
The meaning of this is when i couldnt come t terms with being mentally ill. and the night i finally came to terms with it, the next morning i awakened with a sense that the old me had died and the new me had awoken. The old me, who was depressed all the time and felt like suicide was the only way out, died that night and i was reborn. The presence unnerving is because i used to be difficult to be around. spirit of the damned is there because i knew where i was going and i was damned by my illness. hands of death is in there because I was going to kill myself. eyes without feeling Means i had very strong emotions to the point of insanity. Mind of madness is because i was severely manic at the time and also My BPD played into it. My BPD had caused me to tell someone i hated them and wanted them to die. from deaths cold touch i rise again is because I was reborn. And now I am Not struggling with it and i am living my life as a happy, healthy 20 year old who actually sees life as being worth living. Sometimes i reminisce on being depressed. I have recovered a lot in 10 months. And this poem, was born out of my rebirth. It came to me yesterday while i was remembering it. But the words have deep meaning for me. I have awoken, to live my life the way i was meant to. This poem, while dark, i meant for it to be uplifting. I hope it has the same effect on you it had on me. I am thinking about publishing some of the things i write. I am to the point where i may no longer have to take medication. And it is because of the fact i came to terms with it, made my peace with myself, and just started to focus on improving my life and those around me. And also making sure i manage my problems and keep my stress to a minimum. I found God again as well recently, and it plays a big part in my recovery as well. I take my problems to my God, and leave them there. I no longer dwell on problems and worry about them. And that was a part of my rebirth as a new being. I look at recovering from BPD and Bipolar as a process of rebirth, where first you come to terms with it, and then you start doing things to help yourself. The BPD was recently diagnosed but i started working on myself to make it as little of an issue as possible a while ago, as i knew i had it for a year. But now, i feel like i am at a point in my recovery, that i can explore what caused me to become the way i was before recovering and work on fixing those problems. I know i was abandoned at a young age, but now i have come to terms with that, and know i have friends and family that love me. My family and best friends have never abused me. I have come to terms with being bullied when i was younger and being abused by girls and other people. And also all of my family members that have died, i have come to terms with their death. And now i am in a better place.

Getting writing published is a good idea...