It feels like they’re mocking me with every move they make. Every step they can take.
Just getting out of bed in the morning is like climbing a mountain to me.
Simply breathing takes every last bit of strength left in me, breathing again is murder.
Living is my greatest challenge but everyone around me treats it like a dance on roses, whenever I take my first step out a thorn always lands under my foot.
Why do they know the steps while I’m clueless?