i am on the edge of a panic attack
every fucking night
and i want to cry
i want to breath heavy and let go
of whatever is crawling
in my stomach
rippling my organs around
until burning tears prick me
small pins and needles decorate my body
eccentric jewelry i am not allowed
to wear or show off or anything
because i can't even speak
talking is always too much
and people always want to talk to me
i cant even breathe and they want to talk
craving hyperventilation and
begging for a breakdown
god i want to cry
god i want to sob and scream
and throw up in my bathroom
feel the emotions that create battle scars
on my vulnerable wrists
instead of wasting away
slowly killing myself behind a smile
i am not panicking over nothing
the world is ending and i am the catalyst
an unimportant pawn in
the fucking capitalist sheep game
billionaires who play monopoly with our lives
my grades depending on my ability
to save the lives of humans
to care and nurture and analyze and help
but im not worth anything if i fucking fail
so i keep going
sleep deprived and begging god to kill me
you have to live
someone told me a year or two ago
don't they understand
nothing is fucking worth it
if i can't even breathe
if i don't even want to
there is so much ahead of me but all i want to do
is feel the emotions that have been
stripped away from me in a horrible round
of russian roulette
i wish i was the victim
not the one pulling the trigger
although in my situation they may just be the same thing
im not even sad
i dont understand a lot of things
but i want to feel my own pain
i can tell it's there and i want it
wanting begging craving it
sobbing and screaming are all i want and i dont understand why i just cant have them
please
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