⚠️ panic attack and SH ⚠️
I can't breathe
No matter how much i try
It feels like no air enters my body
I only feel fear
I begin pacing, needing to move
Tears are streaming down my face
I get the urge to cut
I try to fight it
I fight as hard as i can
But the anxiety doesn't give up
I try fighting harder
The anxiety doesn't give up
I cry harder
As i make my way to the bathroom
Grabbing the razor
It digs into my skin as red liquid begins spilling out
For a moment i feel better
The anxiety finally lets go of me
But now i deal with the guilt
The guilt from ruining my body again
And the pain of the new wounds on my legs
YOU ARE READING
Not faking it
PoetryYou can't just snap out of it You can't just think happy thoughts And you can't just hope it goes away The truth is It eats you alive Makes you feel hopeless, worthless, unwanted, and unneeded It makes you want to die rather than live with it And y...
