It's your fault you know?
All of it.
I grew so used to what you did and said that when it was gone I still needed it.
Especially your words that I never believed.
So, I started saying them to myself.
And that made me believe them.
I missed the pain so I re-created it.
You scared me so much that now I scare myself.
I hope your happy.
Your legacy continues.
But I still can't fully blame you.
I now say things worse then you ever said.
Hurt myself in ways you didn't.
And terrify myself over things you never did.
You planted the seed.
I let it grow.
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Anxiety One-shots
PoetryThis story may be triggering to anyone with anxiety and possibly depression. It will be describing how my anxiety feels, and different ways I try to overcome it. Disclaimer: this is only my personal experience and does NOT apply to everyone!
