One moment I'm broken and then I'm fine.
It's all all mess in my ****** up mind.

I'm out of breath
I don't want to feel
I'm scared you don't exist
Are you here?
Do you hear?
I'm a mess,
welcome.

Feeling like I'm going to explode
Can't hold emotions anymore
Your interest
makes me sick
I'm drowing in a cup of tea
So much pressure
I can't breath
How did I end up like this?
I don't want to feel
Take your attention away from me

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...