Anxiety you used me.
You held me as a prisoner in my head.
You held me hostage.
You made me treat my friends awful so I’ve got nobody now.
You dragged me around making me feel worthless.
You made my life a living hell and I assumed that if pretended everything was fine for long enough then maybe....just maybe I would begin to believe it.
But It’s getting to the point where I don't even like what I see in the mirror.
All I see is a ghost staring back at me with empty eyes.
All I see is the hurt in my smile.
All I see is the mess I am.
I am a problem that can’t be fixed.
I am what’s wrong.
And I will always be what's wrong...
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC
Anxiety you used me.
You held me as a prisoner in my head.
You held me hostage.
You made me treat my friends awful so I’ve got nobody now.
You dragged me around making me feel worthless.
You made my life a living hell and I assumed that if pretended everything was fine for long enough then maybe....just maybe I would begin to believe it.
But It’s getting to the point where I don't even like what I see in the mirror.
All I see is a ghost staring back at me with empty eyes.
All I see is the hurt in my smile.
All I see is the mess I am.
I am a problem that can’t be fixed.
I am what’s wrong.
And I will always be what's wrong...