Panic
Overwhelmed.
About to die.
Can't breath with my chest this tight.
I wish I could just get over it
Like everybody says.
But it's not that easy.
My thoughts run amok and i can't seem to quiet them.
Overwhelmed.
About to die.
Clammoring voices with no escape.
No place that's quiet.
No place that feels safe.
I know what this feeling is.
I know it all too well.
Overwhelmed.
About to die.
Panic attacks are the worst.
You cry and scream.
you can't breath but you're breathing too much.
How can I try to be strong
If my body and brain are the ones working against me?
Overwhelmed.
About to die.
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