The anxiety is heartbreaking,
the depression makes my head pound.
I try to keep climbing upwards,
yet I always come crashing down.

Everything exhausts me or annoys me
and that's why the love of my life finds me annoying.
Why can't I be perfect like he wants me to be?
Instead, he's probably wishing he'd never met me.

He doesn't have to wish; I do that on my own.
I have issues because I came from a broken home.
Issues meaning men; they're definitely the worst.
Having a father constantly leaving, that shit hurts.

But it isn't temporary, people don't understand.
It haunts your entire life; because of one man.
The man who was supposed to be there for you,
yet instead, even now, can't tell you the truth.