He slithered into my life like a viper and coiled me like a boa constrictor
The blood in my veins once full of red happiness and kindness replaced with black, crippling fear
He is the black cloud that follows me everywhere, enabling any light to seep through
When I have a slight feeling of contentment he taps me on my shoulder and when I turn around his fist connects with my jaw and knocks me down once again
When I try to get up he pushes me down and kicks me repeatedly
He won't stop until Im cradled in a ball, screaming for mercy, choking on my own tears
Even after i've begged for him to stop he spits on me reminding me he despises my existence yet he will never leave my side
He wants me to suffer, and to grasp for that last feeling of peace.
He is my worst enemy and his name is ANXIETY