Anxiety sips at me because I’m a living example of what not to worry about
If you were to throw a weird microchip in me to see what my thoughts were,
Anxiety would be ****** as **** because god, what does an 18 year old have
That’s worriable?
Depression eats away at me due to the y'anna whole mental illness component
But it eats away at me even more because it knows I’m young and innocent.
I’m young and innocent so therefore it has everything to worry about.
Depression is the worrier in my head.. It worries if I will ever get better.
Why? Because dear god, if I get better I wouldn’t be worthy enough for depression’s deadly grasp.
And trauma, lastly, grips me for dinner. Due to the fact that it’s sad.
Trauma is sad I’m leaving it behind, for once.
Trauma is sad I’m moving on.
Trauma is distraught that I have a chance at not being the traumatized one.
Trauma is the depressed.
Drug abuse, he sat there stalking my every move.
Waiting for me to come home so I could finally be gunned against the wall and die.
And god it couldn’t wait for me to die.
The illness finally caught up.
All the illnesses caught up.
And this was the end.
You see, anxiety, depression, substance abuse, and trauma make me up.
And in themselves, they make each other up.
The depression is the anxiety, the trauma is the depression, etc.