I'm Falling.
No one will catch me.
I'm Calling.
No one will hear me.
I'm Struggling.
No one will help me.
My friends surround me
but my anxiety
tells me I'm alone,
but how could I have known
"We love you."
They hate me.
"We miss you."
They'd rather be without me.
"We can help you."
They don't care about me.
Goddammit, when will I open my eyes and see
that everyone around me only wants what's best for me.
My anxiety tells me I'm alone,
and the truth to me will always be unknown.
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Secrets From a Liar
PoesíaWelcome to my emotionally unstable life told through poetry! Some of this is considered spoken word, and others are more traditional :)
