What am I supposed to do
To keep my body away
From itself
Am I supposed to submit to everything
My mother manipulates me into doing
Screams at me talking 80 90 hour shifts
While I'm stuck on medical leave
Fever fever
My leg is throbbing and the room is spinning and I want to kill myself so badly
I want to die so much
If you want to make me resent myself so much that I can't stand living in my own skin, why don't you just pull the trigger
Why can't you just
If you can hate me and scream at me and use me to take care of the kids you can't manage, you aren't my mother
No motherly duties
You are inches from my face spitting at me for enjoying one of the few breaks I ever get from you
My room is my safe haven, but you can make it my grave if you'd like
Go ahead, complete your goal.
Can you just do it
6 figures and you can't even provide for your kids.
But I'm the one to blame
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Messages from Anxiety
PoetryDaily/Regular Poetry about feelings, anxiety, and depression. If you are easily triggered, take caution. Some of the things I write about are raw. If you need help, please seek therapy. Writing is a form of expression. None of the ideas I speak are...
