To the People I care about

It's about my anxiety mostly. There's always drops o other things in the bowl that is misery.

To the people I care about

Life has been unfair to me and I'm scared

Everything hurts especially the little things

Cause they matter the most

And also the least

My personal beast feeds on me with needles taking small pieces and peeling them back into scars

By far the worst is when someone goes offline when i message

I know I see you responding later

I believe you're not ignoring me to hurt me

But the burst of pain is pulled forward by ants

Unnoticed till it's too late

It's my fate to be anxious about things that don’t matter

Hey batter batter hey batter batter swing to conclusions

I'm bruised emotionally it's so easy to feel pain now

Tears are my monsters lifeblood and it feasts like a glutton with endless mutton

It's something to say i want help

Its nothing to not get it

Im set here in stone trying to atone for mistakes that aren’t mine

I used to shine but now I'm dying on the inside

I don’t matter at all

I know it isn’t true but she set me aside for people who could stand beside her

And that's a whip the beast uses with glee against my back

For I lack no defense against the bitter truth

My only light in this is that my anxiety only hurts me when people I care about are involved

Author's Note

Criticism is always welcome.