I can't focus on my work because the memories keep coming back, hitting me harder each time. I'm scared. I'm ill. I don't want this anymore. The voices on my head scream at me to do something - 'idiot girl failure worthless nothing die' - and I want to. But I can't. Because my mum checks every single day. I want to get rid of this stress get rid of the constant pain. Maybe then I will sleep without bad dreams. Maybe then the anxiety will stop. Maybe I can get better.
These memories are killing me and I'm scared.
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Heartbroken, Heartbreaker
Poesie-Possible Triggers, Be Warned- These are my thoughts, my feelings, this is my life, and I'm going to let you see it. Lyric snippets I've written myself, words I wrote to him, tumblr posts, lyrics that spoke to me... It's all here. All Rights Reserve...
