my anxiety is telling me the love of my life doesn't love me
that i'm not good enough for her
that i'm annoying
that i'm a pig
that I should burn in hell
and watch her love someone else
someone who's much better for her
if I cant be happy
then i'll be emotionless
no face to show emotion
that's alright
my parents called me weak physically and mentally
they laughed when I said I was actually strong
I laughed too
because it hurt too much to cry
nobody really cares that i'm hurting and I want it to end
oh well.


