Its Crippling Me
The way it chokes me up, wrapping its hands around my neck
It’s crippling me.
My chest caves in, my hands tremble, my body sweats.
It’s crippling me.
I feel vulnerable, scared, anxious, and shameful.
It’s crippling me.
I can’t eat, I can’t think, I can’t even feel my emotions when they smack me in the face.
It’s crippling me.
The depression is crippling me day by day.
It’s crippling me.
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