Normal is Boring

Dear

Dear Anxiety, I know that you like your home inside me.

You don't even have to pay rent.

I do.

I pay with The Thoughts.

It is a currency like no other.

It is not easy to acquire.

The Thoughts are bad.

They cause much pain.

But in order for you to stay I must pay.

Dear Anxiety, I know that you cause me to remember memories I don't want to.

You bring back the parts of my life I never want to relive.

And you make it hard to forgive.

Dear Anxiety, I hate you.

Dear Anxiety, I need you.

No I don't. Yes I do.

Please don't leave.

I'm broken.

I hurt.

Shut Up.

Shut Up.

Shut Up.

See what you do?

You make me believe things.

You are a worthless, disgusting, piece of ass.

They only want you because of your body.

And it's not even that good.

You will never find anyone to love you because you break people.

You hurt people.

All the pieces of you that they have taken will never be filled.

Because you gave them away without question.

You trust people to easily.

You say you are getting better but I'm still here.

You are nothing.

You deserve to die.

You deserve to be in pain.

You will never get rid of me.

You can't...

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe

I am beautiful.

I am kind.

Breathe

Dear Anxiety,

I hate you.