Panic Attack
I stand in The Kitchen
It gets hard to breathe
I slide down the cabinets under the sink
Tears slip out of my eyes
A million thoughts run though my head
I just want to Scream
My face goes dry
and I Sigh of relif
The pain was over for now
But I knew later it wwas sure to come back
Because My panic attacks never stay away for long
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