I am in a committed relationship.
Please meet my partner.
Her name is Fear.
She has beautiful red hair, a similar to the shade to my blood in fact.
Her face is pale.
A similar shade to my clenched fists.
Her eyes, the same colour as my tears.
She keeps changing my look.
Says I look nice with these marks on my body.
Says It would be better if I stopped talking to my few friends. Because they don't understand me but don't worry, she understands and will never leave. I can rely on her.
She tells me I need to relax.
She tells me not to worry that I cannot achieve and I shouldn't worry. I should just spend the day with her and her friends.
They are equally as lovely.
Equally as loyal.
Doesn't anxiety look great in that dress!
Why don't you go for a drink with depression?
Why don't you just stay in bed with me today baby?
I want to leave her but I am scared of sleeping alone.
-XR
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Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.
PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
