FORGIVE HER

Forgive her.
Her anxiety takes away her voice when she needs it most.
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Forgive her.
Her anxiety shows up at every event, in every poem.

Forgive her.
Her anxiety overpowers her because she didn’t want to come.

Forgive her.
Her dark circles underneath her eyes are from lack of sleep being kept up for hours on end or from her mascara running black down her face from crying in fear.

Forgive her.
Anxiety attacks are apart of her.

She is a girl who lives with anxiety.

Forgive her.
She has ghosts that hang out around her like an unwanted favorite pair of old jeans that she can’t let go of.

Forgive her.
She knows that bringing her anxiety around is unwelcome and I think she knows it by now.

Forgive her.
She fights anxiety on the daily. It’s exhausting and she needs to sleep for hours.

Forgive her.
Her anxiety is on an on going loop that plays over and over just like an old recorded that got scratched to many times to play right.

Forgive her.
Her anxiety asks for forgiveness when she’s running late for something.

Forgive her.
Her anxiety makes her feel every single thing in her body and she will breakdown and cry about it.

Forgive her.
Her triggers come out of nowhere like monsters hiding under the bed waiting to get their hands on her.

Forgive her.
She apologizes to much for being a mess of emotions.

Forgive her.
Her anxiety makes her feel unwanted and unloveable.

Forgive her.
Her anxiety makes her feel small.

Forgive her.
Her anxiety is her identity. This is who she is inside and out, but she is worth getting to know. Just don’t break her heart.