*Trigger warning*- panic attack
My throat closes up,
My hands start to shake,
I'm trying hard not to cry,
'Cause I don't want to break.My lungs aren't working,
I can't breathe,
Every breath I manage is shallow,
And I just want to heave.My fingers and hands just won't stay still,
Even when I try to make them,
I feel my fingertips start to tingle,
And I feel my grip weaken.Every touch is just too much,
Makes me want to cry,
I cannot let other people see,
How I feel inside.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.