I read the words you wrote.
I’m sorry.
I think I should just go.
My anxiety gets the best of me
And eats the rest me.
This ain’t even me.
It’s the devil feeding off of my soul.
I’m broken inside.
Just trying to find a place to hide.
But the devil always finds its way inside.
Is it me or is it you?
It isn’t  me.
It isn’t you.
It’s the both of us.
**** near both go crazy.
For a minute everything’s great.
Turn around and it’s like a hurricane.
This isn’t fun.
This isn’t love.
It’s a trap of endless toxicity.
I think it’s time we turn the page.
Rescue ourselves.
Drowning inside.
I love you.
You love me.
But what the hell are we doing?
It’s been over a year.
We should be head over heels in love.
Instead were fighting for our love.
My anxiety is killing me inside.
Nearly eating me alive.
I don’t want to go but I don’t want to stay in this.
Can’t handle the painful past, painful words, and things I know.
Can’t handle the words you spoke to me.
I’m already on the edge of letting go.
What do I do?
Do I stay or do I go?
Bleed inside or let it all go?
Let it all go straight into ocean and say goodbye.
Wish you farewell.
Wonder who will be your next
or what we could of been.
What we should of been but maybe we’re not.
Maybe we’re not supposed to be anything. But why the hell did we cross paths?
Can’t make any sense of this.
I wish you could understand. The things I say and do. It’s not me.
It’s not me.
It’s my anxiety.
It’s got the ******* rest of me.