people think that i'm to nice so they like to use me walk all over me cuz they think i'm to nice i will not tell any one 
but it's not that i'm to nice it's that i'm to weak i have to fight my demons all day every day i have to fight my self just to stay alive 
just so i do not get so mad that i do something i do not want to do i have to fight to just get out of bed i have to fight just to eat just to talk just to breath 
my anxiety likes to tell me that bad things r going to happen all day every day i have to fight just to leave the house cuz i'm to scared i'm to scared to eat to think to speak to do any thing
my depression tells me i'm worthless i'm nothing that i'm crazy that no one loves me i can't tell if my depression is lying any more i have to fake a smile every day just so no one will see my pain just so i do not get hurt or so i do not hurt some one else 
every day i see a lest one thing that triggers my PTSD people yell at me cuz i have OCD i have to fight just so i can try to be ok but i know it will every happen 
so it's not that i'm to nice to tell any one it's at the end of the day i'm to weak to say any thing and no one can hurt me like i hurt my self