Panic Attack
Dizzy ceiling which i stare in..
I admire the texture that i'm feeling.
Meanwhile i am shaking, writing,
fighting with emotions.
I must concentrate on something
to forget the pain i feel.
I am breathing while i sink
just to know that this is real.
I can't help to catch my beat.
from my destructive head
way down to my feet.
Lifeless, scared and sad.
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