If I was an object in this world, Iād be a glass! Because if you leave me when Iām too close to the edge, I will likely shatter and break.
If I was a pizza topping, I would be pineapple! Because everybody doubts me.
Iām a star! Because one of these days, Iām going to crash and burn...
If I could choose what creature I come back as after I die, Iād be a panda, because people would give a shit if I went extinct.
Iām like the sun; Iām painful to look at.
If I was a food, I would be chopped liver because nobody likes me.
Iām like an eggshell... broken and empty.
If I was a mythical creature, Iād be a unicorn! Because nobody believes in me.
Iām like a flashlight with old batteries inside because my inner light died a long time ago.
My soul is a raisin because itās dried up, shriveled, and not everyone likes it.
Iām like the moon because you only get to see one side of me.
Iām like the moon because as the month progresses, my life becomes covered more and more by darkness.
Iām like an extremely powerful fan! Because I push everyone away.
Iām like a disposable camera! People use me once and then just throw me away.
Iām like a shitty book cover... because people think they have the right to judge and label me before they read my pages.
My brain and body is essentially a really old married couple that canāt afford to go through with the divorce, and now they are stuck in a toxic relationship they are desperate to escape, but the more they try, the more they sink into the quicksand that is my depression and anxiety.
Help me...