It’s Christmas Day

The anxiety is killing me

I’m Christmas Day

Eating me alive

How could I live up to what they wanted me to be

How could I live up to what was expected of me

Breathe in breathe out

Don’t let them know what happens now

As the oxytocin enters my bloodstream

It’s fine I can’t be

What they expected of me

Inhibited by self loathing

The blood from my wrist seeps through this clothing

Leave me here

It’s so clear

I’m not good

I’m not even good enough

To let you get near

Open the disappointment

You’ll do this alone