This is kinda related to my vent, kinda not though. It's more a mix and my depression, anxiety, and abandonment issues working together to create a poem. I'm sorry, I'm being to depressed. Hope you enjoy the poem.
i told you my concern out of formality you said it would never become a reality can't get that lie out of my head even when I go to bed constantly in my dreams anger, slipping through the seams it makes some scared of me becoming all they see although it is something I grieve it's understandable why they leave they think their judgment is clear but it is all controlled by fear i am at fault for my autophobia being alone brings out my claustrophobia so cramped inside my own head replaying all the things you said
