Things got different.
She was alone and so was he,
He went crazy just to get a chance to see
She was possessive and so was he
They had moments, they didn't let eachother free
Then came the twist, then came the twirl
Made things worst, made things curl.
She then moved away to a newer place
Leaving him alone at a void space.
She made friends and kept herself occupied.
And there he was always been denied.
He begged her attention every now and then,
She was busy in her world, that's when his unconscious mind awaken.
He was then treated as a mere option
How terrifying for him was his situation.
Once he was the world for the beauty
Now he felt talking to her was his duty.
Changed things then, changed the priority
All he was left with was his own insecurity.
He kept consoling himself all day long
Kept cursing himself thinking he was wrong.
Maybe true and maybe not
Life is a uncertainty, came that thought.
She was still the world for this charm.
Is she still loving me, only thought that made him harm.
Insecurity, of her talking to boys late night
That thought constantly gave him a terrifying fright
He was the one, she ever talked to so long
Seeing these new changes, he doubted where does he belong
One night happy one night sad
He was at a position that felt so bad. .
Other part in 1st comment.
Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice.It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you.It gets to the point when its the loudest voice in the room.The only one voice you can hear.I have people in my life saying “you’re just thinking to much” “you’re too much” and they honestly think i love to be in this way... I heard people calling me a “negative person” and seen them walking out of my life.people still don’t understand how much anxiety and depression kills me from inside. How much it controls my mind. I can’t take my own decisions , I can’t do what i want, i want to stay happy but there is something that is stopping me... trust me It’s hard, it is so hard. I hate myself,i hate the scars that I have,i just don’t feel pretty anymore, i feel like I’m the most ugliest girl ever.Depression,anxiety and panic attacks are not the sign of weakness.They are signs of remaining strong for far too long.Having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time.It’s the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive .It’s wanting friends, but hate socialising. It’s wanting to be alone, but not wanting to be lonely. It’s feeling everything at once then feeling paralysingly numb.