Her friend

She never really had one to love. Or one to love her.
Everyone just left. Longer than a year seemed too long for the people she met.
Was the girl that unbearable?
That useless she couldn’t help with every one of their problems even though she tried her hardest. 
So worthless that they just used her like a toy in every way possible. 
Mind manipulated.
Heart squeezed.
Body groped. 
Soul burnt into flames.
Then they just throw her away. Like a ragged old doll. 
She has one person. The only one who stayed with her.
Her friend is called anxiety.
It’s been with her as long as she can remember. Pulling at her hair. Cutting pieces out of her already broken heart. Grabbing her mind and throwing it into nightmares. Anxiety was her friend, yes. But it caused her so much more unbearable pain. The girl screamed and cried For hours and hours. When she got up to clean herself and look in the mirror. Anxiety was right behind her.
Looking at every flaw on her body. Her breath always slows and she smiles at her friend after crying.
Despite the pain. The girl held onto anxiety. Held on so hard her hands bled. At Least she wasn’t alone in a sense. Maybe if she loves anxiety enough. It’ll leave her too. Maybe she will finally be at peace.
It’s me...I’m her... please let me be in peace