I do not want to argue anymore Show me the way to the door I would rather slum it surfing couch to couch Than hide from life as I slack and slouch Look down upon from your self-righteous horse Insults hurled til your voice is hoarse And "wouldn't you feel bad if I died?" As if unaware of how I feel inside
I hate living with constant fear and anxiety. I honesty do not know how to refrain from taking it out on other people. Especially those close to me, such as my mother.