Social anxiety disorder has directly impacted where I am at in life. Today I have written about what I have been feeling over the past 4-5 years after my breakdown.
Don't Let Me (You Don't Get Me)
What I am is nothing more than what I will be. My skull remains only a shelter for my thoughts. The limp in my steps is a reminder of battles fought. These scars tell a story from end to end what lies beneath is why I feel this pain. Remove me from your thoughts and hopes. Forget that I even exist. Let me fade away from the captivity of your mind. You never understood. You never wanted to know. Try as you will you'll never care. Let me burn to the core, until all that is left is ash and stone.
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