When it rains it pours

When it rains it pours
My rock is now Crumbling
My Knight in shining armour dropped me like a bag of dog shit in the trash
I am lost
I should be better
I am too scared to be better
My anxiety engulfs me
My anxiety controls me
My anxiety and my self
doubt inhibit me
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Knock it off, it's not that bad
That's what they say.
They cannot understand.

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