anxiety attacks
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My closest acquaintance is the rain
as I listen to the soft trickles of barness
Coldness of the lungs but my breathless air is still warm
Clouding the unfocused skies
"Breathe." They say.But how can you breathe when your lungs don't share their breath."Breathe." They say.But how can you breathe th
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Cheers to the New Year
It’s 2016
New year, new me, right?
Wrong
I’m still a walking anxiety attack
a breath: in, out
again, faster
faster still, until they stop coming
release
a noise in my head
it rushes
like a tide, pulled by the moon
like blood, pumping through my veins
Can you, for sure, say that you are alright?
I, with utter ease, can say no I’m not.
I am like a porcelain doll, fragile,
I am easy to break, easy to bend, helpless
How do u explain to someone you cant hangout . "anxiety bad today" wont come out the mouth
Laying in bed , not wanting to get off the couch
Words, shuffling
Perfect ballet
Ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
Choreographed anarchy
Compressing thoughts into a tight tight ball
Until I can't tell what's what
What is what
What is what
Waves
Living a double life I am
Until somebody saves me
From this painful darkness
That awaits me.
Hungry wolves tear me apart
So I can feel free
Rise in the morning, to know something is wrong.
Enter class to see blurs of movement and shades.
A panicked breath and a step back.
It is too late.
He draws with silver
And it comes out red
Neat
Clean lines
Cover most of his body
He tries to go deeper
Fear of failure
All my "friends" are gone
and I'm left here alone. L o n e l y.
They took every piece of me with them.
I am nothing without them.
I can't breathe.
My chest is getting tighter and
i honestly dont know what you expected
this isnt a poem
you want to know how much i want attention?
yeah
me too.
And it's not the cute kind of fear,
not the kind with butterflies and giggles.
It's the tyoe that puts a lump in your throat,
I suddenly realized
(at five years old)
Death applies to me too
That children become grown-ups
who become grandmas
who were the ones who died
And I was a children.
