With every break up
I went to my friends
Talking, hanging out
Getting me out of my funk

I started to feel like I was
Taking to much out of
The friendships I had
Then last month happened

And I broke

Now Everytime I go to them
In the mists of my panic attacks
When I barely move out of bed
Or cry reading posts that hit way to hard

I feel like a burden they didn't sign up for
And put myself right back down
Hiding from my problems
So I don't become to much of a burden