I'm a self destructive mess. Putting myself down Starving myself Because when I see myself I feel I am not good enough You shouldn't love me You shouldn't care. You shouldn't be near me Because I am self destructive And I will hurt you In the process Of hurting myself I know I scare you With all the things I think badly about myself But I didn't tell you to love me But maybe You can help me fix myself Because I am a self destructive mess And so are you I guess that is why we work together So perfectly
Made this thinking about my boyfriend who puts up and cares for me through all my anxiety attacks.