About to die.

Can't breath with my chest this tight.

I wish I could just get over it 

Like everybody says.

But it's not that easy. 

My thoughts run amok and i can't seem to quiet them.


About to die.

Clammoring voices with no escape.

No place that's quiet.

No place that feels safe.

I know what this feeling is. 

I know it all too well.


About to die.

Panic attacks are the worst.

You cry and scream.

you can't breath but you're breathing too much.

How can I try to be strong

If my body and brain are the ones working against me?


About to die.


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