bad day

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another day.
day full of headaches.
another day.
time to self medicate.

my anxiety has gotten worse.
my hands start to shake.
i burst into tears,
at the slightest mistake.

i cant even blame you.
its not even your fault.
its just myself,
its my automatic default.

im in a crowed room,
and cover my ears.
being alone in a room full of people
is my greatest fear.

its so lonely,
and it tears you apart,
i shouldve just went home
from the very start.

ignore all the calls,
delete all the messages,
they have no need to worry,
im just another specimen.

but i made it here,
might as well smile.
fake it 'till you make it,
it may take a while.

id rather be at home,
writing in my bed.
but i was so desperate
i came here instead.

i dont feel better.
in fact, i feel worse.
i wish all these feelings would just quietly disperse.

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