Anxiety's P.O.V.
T.W.: Panic Attack, Self-depreciation, Self-harm, Cursing

I ran off, straight to my room, breathing uneven, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

My fault

I slammed my door shut behind me, sliding down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest as my body racked with quiet sobs.

My fault

I feel dizzy, my stomach is churning with dread and guilt. Im sweating, yet shivering, with pins and needles in my feet. The overwhelming crushing sensation of reality hitting me at full force.

Stupid stupid stupid

I cant breathe, my throat is clogging, mouth is drying. The tears burn as they roll down my cheeks and onto the sleeves of my jacket, my heart pounding in my ears.

Too loud too loud stupid my fault

He's right.

All I do is hold Thomas back.

I ruin him.

Everyone would be better off without me.

Stupid crybaby selfish my fault tooloudtooloudselfishcrybabymyfaultcantbreathecantbreathecantbreathecantbreathe

I went into the bathroom and grabbed my razor that I keep under the sink.

I can't do this anymore.

I pulled up my sleeve, pressing the razor against my forearm with shaking fingers.

I am worthless.
Cut

Unwanted.
Cut

Useless.
Cut

Pointless.
Cut

Burden.
Cut

Nothing.
Cut

Meaningless.
Cut

Coward.
Cut

Weak.
Cut

Pathetic.
Cut

Disorder.
Cut
Cut
Cut

There was blood running from my elbow to my fingertips, dripping into a puddle at my feet.

I didn't feel anything.

I looked up into the mirror; eyes filled with terror and rage stared back into mine.

Anger rippled through me as my fist collided with the mirror, sending shards of glass flying in every direction.

The thumping in my ears got louder, my breathing getting heavier by the second...

Dizziness...

Nothing.

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Please be safe!