I wish I wasn't needy. Or useless. I wish I was a people person. I wish I was more confident. I wish I wasn't consumed into my shell all the damn time. I know in that shell the only company I have is my insecurities and self doubts to big to ignore. They eat away at me, knawing on any self confidence I have at the moment. Once they have taken all I have left they throw me away in some random, dark, cold corner like some damaged and broken porcelain doll. But that's all I am. A broken play toy for them to use... And I wish I wasn't.
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~DEPRESSION/ANXIETY~
PoetryThese are what I have written when I've had major depression and anxiety attacks.
