One by one
They start to run
The visions to strong
To strong to stop
To strong to keep the tears at bay
I lay on the floor
Hoping they don't knock on the door
Thump thump there goes my rate
There is nothing that could stop this state
I try to breath
But my lungs are constricted
I'm conflicted
1.2..3..4
I count
1..2...3...4...
I count
One by one
They slowly stop
Each breath a little longer
I start to ponder
Will it come back
Cause this is an anxiety attack
YOU ARE READING
Even the sky cries sometimes
PoetryI love to over think so this is what happens in result
