Panic
My chest is tighting
My breath is coming in slower
And slower. The pain starts
spreading through my chest and down
my body. My mind gets filled with
all these thoughts. All these" what ifs"
All these "maybes". Im questioning
everything. Then my thoart closes.
My vision gets blury. My ears
starts ringing. I draw
my knees close to my chest.
I can feel every emotion building
up inside clawing at me screaming
for a escape. Then i grab that
sharpen edge slice through my
delicante skin to reieve the
pressure and release my emotions.
Then i pop a few pills to num
the pain and drift off to sleep.
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