Horrible poems

Phone

I hate you so much because you invite the pain but you reaure me that I have people who care. I am told to get off you so much but how do I say it keeps me stable without sounding like it's my life. It's not hard to live without one it just gives me so much free time to think. In today world free time means laziness in my case free time means thoughts which means anxiety which means depression which means self harm which can lead to death. They all say the same thing. They say instead of phine how about art. They just make me look mentally worse. They say instead of phone how about excirse. I get judged being to thin because I have an eating disorder so lets now make me now think of body image and that doesn't help. They all try to rip the phone away and I say please do but the more pain is added, but then more loneliness, but then more anxiety, but then more depression. I keep asking myself the question of when am I going to get better. I want to be better but no matter what it's either the thoughts screaming die or the phone and people screaming put it down. I try to become better but it's hard when you can't stop being the way you weremade. It's hard to talk about the rabbit hole without inviting you down in it.