I wish I'd die, I think but don't dare to say.
And as I say these words, my eyes sting, and tears threaten to come out.
I don't let it show, or try to anyway.
I want to cry because I know I shouldn't be feeling this way: I am surrounded by family who loves me, by friends and such. They make me laugh and smile often. But you don't get how small words can be hurtful. How criticism can make someone feel pained.
You don't get it.
You don't see the pain you are causing me. The hurt.
You don't realise it degrades my already low self-esteem. I don't have a self-esteem anymore. It's been erased, eradiquated from my mind.
I have no confidence. I'm like a little girl or boy scared of everything.
I'm scared; there's a reason it can be called social phobia.
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I am SAD
Поэзия"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
