World’s Worst Roommate

I don't know why I'm still living with you under my roof. Recently it feels as if this house belongs to you.

We fight every day. You always win.

You're here, and my breath catches in my throat.

Your hands clamp around my neck and tighten until I feel my cheeks flush hot with blood.

You shake me until every limb is quivering out of control.

You scream the exact words I'm trying to avoid thinking of, making my head swim and pound.

You plunge a hand into my chest and I feel my heart clenched in your fist. You pull and squeeze until I'm conviced that you're going to tear the organ from my chest.

I swear I feel my skin burning under your touch.

I don't know why you do this to me. Sometimes I haven't even done anything wrong. Somehow you convince me that I have.

I'd rather be homeless than live with Anxiety any longer.