Answer:
It is a gruesome form of betray.
I have a ring, but no hands. I used to be plugged into the wall but now I follow you every where. What am I?
The more I appear The less you see. So riddle me this: What could I be?
What comes down but never back goes up?
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
What is big and yellow and comes in the morning, to brighten mom's day?