'children 'anxiety
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Back then I was the Good Girl.
Resourceful. Bright. Empathetic.
Loud. Compassionate. "Spunky."
I had no reason to be afraid.
But I had every reason to be afraid.
When your lost
Just think of me
You know I'm here if you need a hand to hold
If we spilt
I won't eat
I won't sleep
I'll get anxiety
I can't think of letting you go
You're apart of me
Because you love me,
you would do anything for me
because you love me,
you put that needle in you skin everyday
because you love me,
you had to leave me
because you love me,
I used to break door handles,
A habit my parents never cherished.
Someone would hide behind the door,
And I'd come chasing after them.
The slam of the door
The click of the lock,
And there we were deteriorating.
Where were you when we were degenerating.
And here you lack some empathy.
And our corrupt hearts are worsening, regressing.
Go ahead and mourn with other people.
today I cried for my daughter
my tears peaked out for my son
my thoughts ran wild
at the sounds of my child
foot steps pattering around
how do i get you to sit down
listen how,
