panic attack of rage
The anger courses through my veins
Making my cold skin hot as fire
And the headache begins to form
Making the world spin a thousand times fast
My heart beats fast as my rage begins
The world in the corner of my eyes begins to fade to black
My vision is going fuzzy and blurry
I can’t see
The world has gone pitch-black
And i just can’t seem to breathe
When i breathe in it stops halfway down my throat
When i try to breathe out i feel myself
On the verge of passing out
Is this a panic attack
I know it is
I have felt them many times before
And i fear this is the worst one
I hate that this happens
And i can’t believe i have to suffer
The anguished pain of them
And also i can’t live much longer
If i suffer one too many more
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