My chest feels like it's being torn apart. My anxiety attacks are getting worse and worse. I want to tear myself to pieces, then give everyone a piece of me so I won't spread myself any thinner. I can't make everyone happy, so I pull back- secluding myself and my thoughts. But even that is not safe, for my little monsters torment me.
"Go ahead and do it, you won't be in pain. No one will notice."
Those damn little monsters.
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