there are some emotions that are always crippling
Crippling Anxiety.
Crippling Depression.
Crippling Loneliness.
like thugs on the bad side of town,
having a night out with their bats,
and bam,
the knock your legs out from under you knock the breath out of you
crippling
you
until you can’t walk,
only crawl.
but these thugs,
have only begun.
they start shouting slurs.
they step on your hands and break your fingers,
they decide to all stand on your back,
until your ribs give out and you feel completely
one with the concrete
you have to give up,
you want to give up,
you’re crippled.
Crippling Depression is the leader of the gang.
He’s always cold and wears every piece of clothing he’s found on the street.
three dirty, dusty jackets, each one more beat up than the next.
one pair of too big basketball shorts over ripped, blackened jeans.
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