Burdensome to breathe, Laborious to walk, Clutch back tears as my hands tremble. Thoughts scramble, 'I'm a failure,' 'I'll never be good enough,' At the forefront of cognitions. Cycling through, Impede on concentration, And everything done can no longer stop it.
Crawl inside. Shrink and revert. I become seven again. Take each word and misconstrue the meaning, Multiply the effect, Undervalue any positive utterance , Discount any commendable contemplation. And all I want to do is escape. Disappear and give up, Start over with nothing.