Broken Pencils

#9

This is what my anxiety is like...

I constantly wonder what people and thinking.

If I look bad I'll have a breakdown because I'll tell myself I'm ugly and worthless.

If someone jokes about suicide around me I'll start worrying.

When I have to do something in a short period of time I won't do it because I can't make it perfect.

If I'm sad I'll shut down and worry about what I did wrong, what I should have done but didn't.

I'll think about my weight, my body, my face.

If I am asked to write or talk about things I'm good at or what I like about myself, I will start having a panic attack because I'll tell myself there is nothing and that feeling hurts so much.

That feeling is always there.

It hurts.

It burns.

It stings.

It tells me to hurt myself.

It tells me I'm worthless and ugly.

All I want is for it to go away...