"What's wrong with you?"
Well...I don't really know.
I hear things.
I see things.
I know you don't believe me.
But they're there.
Right in front of me.
They tell me things.
They show me things.
Scary things.
Terrifying things.
They want to scare me.
But oddly...I find comfort.
I find comfort in the bodies they show.
I find comfort in the screaming voices.
The sounds calm me.
Everything else is stressful.
But they remind me that nothing matters.
It's time to let go.
It's time to relax.
It's time to go to sleep.
I don't ever want to wake up.
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Anxiety
Horror"It's all in your head." "Just get over it!" "Can't you just NOT be depressed?" "Ignore it and it'll go away!" "I know how you feel." Common lies by people that know nothing. There is, however, one truth. "You aren't alone."
