It’s always going to be you
I fell in love with anxiety
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Why is it hard to breathe, I take my pills, do my yoga- but none of it works
Take a deep breath but I can't- it doesn't go any deeper than this- so I thought.
Take a walk, talk it out but now I'm in my own head.
What should I do now?
You lied. You said if I did all these things, it would be better- guess what, it didn't work.
All I have to say is go fuck yourself. You sit there and have the nerve to tell me about my nerves but you can't even get a handle on yourself.
When you get a handle on yourself then maybe you can come back and we’ll see about talking about me.
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Jen Phillips
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Comments (2)
Yes it's like the pot calling the kettle black! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Impressive...