the anxiety makes me claw at my throat
i feel like i'm sinking
under careless words and judging eyes
that the ones I love hurt me
"Why are you like this?" "You can do better than this"
I want to run away
What do I look like in your eyes?
Am I helpless? Lazy? Useless?
Am I only something for you to save?
The one who you use for your pedestal
You can't hurt me more than I already do
my dark thoughts are invisible injuries on my body
if I looked how I really felt
I'm covered in gaping wounds; don't be shocked
Leave me be. I will save myself.