Count To Ten
The pit in my stomach
The tightness in my throat
No escape, no way to fight back
I'm sinking, unable to stay afloat
Find five things you can see
Count to ten they all say
They don't know that works so rarely
A knot ties itself around my lungs like a tourniquet
More destructive than it is saving
The pounding in my head, raving.
Only your hand, need you extend
For all this to end.
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