The worst part about having anxiety
Is that it sits in my head and constantly eats at me
"They hate you. You're annoying. He doesn't love you"
My mind soon starts to think all of this is true
"He'll find someone better. He's going to leave"
All of these things I try not to believe
Even when I am calm, I'm still paranoid
Causing him to become annoyed
When he leaves, I kiss him and hug him tight
"Get off of me, I'll see you tonigt"
My anxiety making me clingy
Hovering over him like a bee
One of these days he will see
He no longer wants to be with me
I don't deserve him, I'm a waste of space
I don't belong in this terrible place
The urge to cut, clings to my mind 
Wanting to hold that razor just one last time
Most nights all I do is cry
Maybe just a small one on my thigh
Nobody would care anyways 
I'm more alone than I ever have been these days
Put me in a room full of people who love me
But even then I wouldn't see
I'm too much to handle and support 
Everyday I contemplate cutting my life short