I know it is my head telling me to fight or fly.
Its my head that keeps me up at night, telling me that something isn’t right. But what is it?
My anxiety is my closest friend. She keeps me safe from the parts of the world that only want to destroy, but she needs to learn that the whole world isn’t trying to destroy me.
And He tells me to stop worrying, but its not me he needs to tell. I cant help the way that she makes me feel.
when he’s gone, he’s with another girl, and when he is here, He’s wishing he was.
no.
stop telling me that.
He loves me, but she tells me he’s lying. And with that voice in my mind how do I survive? She has manifested from my years of hurt, but i don’t want to be scared anymore. i want her to vacate, but without her i don’t think i would be okay.
RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNR
she tells me.
and i listen.
i will always listen.
because at the end of the day. when everybody has gone. she is here. and i would have nothing left if she went too.
-BP
