Things I Want To Express

Under Attack

The sadness melts away into tears
In the darkness.
But each time the bucket is emptied,
A stranger fills it up.
The water overflows and displaces over the brims, leaving my eyes drowning in the flood of my emotions as it overflows for eternity.
The knot in my chest shares both ends of the rope with two different parties in a civil war.
Tugging harder, the knot gets tighter but the fight between my head and heart is unceasing.
The air in my lungs gets stuck in my throat and choke me, assembling the feeling that I'm dying.
The ends of my limbs tremble in the chilly state they live in, so cold that I see my misty breath.
As the irrational thoughts swallow me whole, my body is anesthetized by the product of the never ending pain.
I feel everything and nothing at the same time.
I'm drowning under water, when I accept my fate to live with these attacks.
These attacks that my body uses against me.
My anxiety attacks.