Running away from Reality

Suffocation

My chest tightens and fear grips me. My soul twists and turns and writhes in pain pushing desperately against my ribcage. I need to breathe, I tell myself, but in vain. My lungs seem  to disobey my command. I feel my nails dig against my palm, something warm gushing out. Black spots appear in my vision, now already blurry with tears. I fold and curl into a ball trying to breathe and cry out for help but the only sound that comes out is a choked, muffled sob. I can't do this. My conscience whispers venom in my ears. They'll laugh and mock me when I fail. I can't do this. I can't take it anymore. "Help.." I finally manage to whisper before my vision completely turns black.

- panic