Can we just discuss how unattractive I am? Insecurities **** my good qualities. I have a lot of love in me. But that doesn't matter if I get scared. And I am scared. Constantly. That everyone will leave. And I'm so so sorry. Everyone, I'm just sorry...
I hate myself I hate my mind I hate how I work I hate anxiety I hate wheezing I hate making myself be alone But if I don't My pathetic life Becomes so obvious And I don't want... I couldn't take... I can't handle... You seeing me.
How can you accept me As I am..me.. Being the laziest person ever Laziness produces anxiety And then my lungs give out on me Barely breathing the air you gave me What kind of life is that? So wrapped up in breathing Can I just forget it please? And just... Live...