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Adulthood daunting, calling, taunting.Empty applications haunting.Heartbeat thudding in my chest,Through one more standardized test.
What wonders the sky beholds, What wisdom does the intricate dropets of clouds contain? Trees of rich brown bark, of emerald green leaves,
Panic is a bathroom sink, Grime-covered and overflowing, Tearing the skin off my hands With its vicious heat splashing, Burning cold through spilled ink.
My heart is heavy. It is a bomb planted inside me, Ready to explode within the walls of my chest. My chest is tight. My lungs fail me.
I'm plummeting down Into my deepest worries Can I survive this?
I'm plummeting down Into my deepest worries Can I survive this?
I feel the walls close in on me As I feel the hinges of panic crawl onto my skin And the inklings of my mind. The beast has been let out of their cage again Because I forgot to obey their orders swimmingly. Now they've turned violent against me I
I'm fine. I do it all: clubs, sports, school. Everyone loves me. I am not afraid. I no longer panic at archery meetings. Don't feel fear when I see your name.
My life consists of heartbreak, It's all made up of shit. Confusion is synonymous With life and life with it. I hate to look in mirrors To see what's looking back: The sunken eyes, the fatty thighs,
To others that do not understand, they call you jitters, uneasiness, or maybe worries but you are so much more than what it may seem. You are anxiety, misery in its purest form
A moment of anxiety this is where your tightrope snaps So you have a choice To grab onto the rope and swing try to climb yourself with up the edge with all you've got bruise your knuckles on the rocks
I'm screaming He's here He's there He's everywhere I can't get rid of him No matter what I do I've tried killing him It just won't do Nowhere to go Holy shit He's here
What is worse than breaking a promise, One you made to a friend? Breaking the one you made to yourself. I made myself a promise long ago, When the world seemed open That I would be okay.
I am not alone, I can feel their hands clutching at my heart, Listening to it like the ticking of a time bomb, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ,
You want a perfect poem. With a beginning, middle, and end.A perfect little thing that makes you feel fantastic with a good ending.Of nature, that makes you see the light of things that can't be seen.That is not this poem. Beginning.
The clock ticks slowly Yet fast and maliciously Time is running out No time to flee Heart hammering Breath quickening Bones paralyzed Quaking with fear In shoes that are
In the shadows in the shade when the hope of past things fade forget the past forget the pain when all is lost, it's not you, you try to save it's brothers,friends, sisters,family
He walks like he has some place to be, hurried footsteps resounding through the empty hallways. He keeps his head down, watches his feet, as if that will save him from stumbling.
tick tock. tick tock. you’re running out of time. you’re going to be too late. tick tock tick tock
The void is speckled purple and yellow And I am floating above it overwhelmed by nausea And I don’t know why I haven’t yet fallen in. Space hurtles around me ever cyclical And I am here
It comes so quickly It leaves me weak and helpless I try to talk Nothing, as if somebody hit the mute button My breathing quickens As if I just finished running a marathon
Take a deep breath. Inhale through your nose, 1 2 3 4 seconds, lungs filling with air, fit to burst Hold it, waiting for the drop, then breath out, air whistling through your lips, But silently, careful not to draw eyes.
My chest pinches in an uncomfortable way the air will not flow right slowly seeping out and leaving me breathless Tears begin to collect, from the pain, the pressure,
Sometimes, things hit a little too close to home too close for comfort other times, things hit home with a resounding boom, you'll hear everything come crashing around you
and you used to come here with me- but i guess that segment of our relationship has come to a close and i don't know if i can wash the taste of you out of my mouth forget the scratch
Panic, suffocating Panic. Whenever it comes, I am defenseless. Bricks are stacked, my limbs are stretched, my lungs compressed. Panic is my reality.
I feel I feel I feel farther I'd fall if I was falling
Through printed font on burnt crisp pages,
My heart whispers. And I panic. My heart will whisper and it will murmur. I was scared, And I couldn’t breathe, When my heart leapt forward, And forgot to beat, For the first time.
Collapse. In that moment you know there is a loss. Another tree falling in the forest with no one around to hear. A simultaneous explosion and disintegration,
Depression creeps into my heart, Restraining blood flow from the start. Can't breathe nor think straight. Tears, that I have come to hate, Descend as I began to fall apart.
Redheaded girl, who sits and waits, For the days of cold to be over. Whispers of other student's rates, On the always unnoticeable cover. The pain she feels is always real,
Sometimes we find that our lungs collapse, our minds wrap around the idea of relapse. We fall to the ground and gasp for air, why, oh God, is this life not fair? With hands on our hearts and a knot in our chest,
Chorus: I'm stressed out A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do I'm stressed out I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room I'm stressed out
Once there was a man who left and his little girl was sad she cut her wrists and bleed for him as she wished to call him, dad there was an incident that spurred the path the family was split
Throat closing Breath quickening Ears ringing
I wake up and feel the fear, my stomach folds in a knot, another day is here, where my thoughts begin to clot. Panic disorder is a cruel master, even though its whispers are irrational,
the clouds so gray above her
panic arches in my gut, deep and visceral pain and i can't breathe, can't see, can't hear anything but the relentless beat of a butterfly's wing against my rib cage
Sweet, musky scentthat rises the stripedstairs into my nostrilsand opens my eyesto see a blurred, blue silkysmooth crashing, clutchfrom the shoving mobbehind me, intoa forgotten memory, whose
I'm the kind of person who worries about leaning my seat back in airplanes.
Red center inside
Anxiety flows over you, toppling and sending radical shivers of coldness throughout your body. It makes a cold sweat and a nervous shake; Causing overthinking and a racing heart.
Sweaty palms, nervous ticks, shortness of breath and feeling sick. Overwhelming sensation of doom, the raging need to leave the room. I want it to stop. I want it to end.
I dreamt I was drowning in the raging sea Cold iron was harshly pulling me Down to the depths as I choked on fire And as my flailing arms dared tire I awoke in the real world conscious of pain
I am not a dishonest personfor I think not to seek a truthin the face of panicwhen an immediate thought springs forthunbiddenly welcomebut mistaken.
Breathing hitch-hiking its way up BPM increasing like its leading to a solo But no words follow How do you sing for sweet release When fear coils like a snake in your gut Fangs biting into your organs
My reflectlion distorted by the cracks As I passed the entry way mirror Walking through the vacancy My own footsteps echoed like thunder; I stop It's so quiet I could hear the dust Settling behind me
The first day of fourth grade- Mom always went on the first day, but today she didn't. And I'm far from okay. I don't know what to say and all I can do is pray that nobody will talk to me.
My heart races Tears form Breathing struggles This happens often She yells then leaves Someone says 'shut up' I try to stay calm But I feel like I'm suffocating