Poetry from the Soul

You give me Panic Attacks.

tonight you got brought up amongst my families conversations.
mom and dad blame each other,
but here i sit blaming myself a lot more than they ever could.
when you are talked about, i have panic attacks in my room.
nobody knows that i do.
dad has brought me to the place you now work at.
thank god, you weren't there the first time.
but oh the second time there was your truck.
i saw it, and i cried.
i just wonder when you will no longer eat at me like you do right now.