I remember the first time it occurred
Short of breath and stammering for words
Tears staining my skin and uncontrollable shaking
Little did I know, I was an insomniac in the making
The panic that overwhelmed me when my mother told me to lock my door
I couldn't comprehend what was happening, I fell to the floor
You were the first I rushed to for aid
All tucked up in the corner, the call was made
Sympathetic eyes and words of care
"It's going to be okay, there there."
Now the second time it had happened, boy had things changed
I had stared at the wall calmly, hateful words had been exchanged
Until it consumed me once more, eyes darting left to right
An attack during the night
I wish I had gone to something else for comfort
But the blade that whispered sweet nothings to me came first
I knew that it was hate you held
But I didn't think that you would have yelled
Wheezing and sputtering I grappled for a savior
I couldn't see or speak, such immature behavior
She wasn't you, but she was there for me
Eternally grateful I shall be
But for now I continue to be dragged down
By the one who I considered queen with a broken crown
It's okay though, I'm buying new sleeping pills
And they're the kind that kills
