As the precious air slipped out of her lungs and passed her chapped lips ,escaping like a thief in the night.
As her face and arms and legs went numb,
and her head spun.
While her world was slowly turned upside down,she couldn't help but think...
What had led her up to this point?
Was it the stress of school,of trying to maintain perfect grades and with only three hours of sleep?
Was it the silly arguments with her family?
Maybe ,just maybe,it was her default mode.
Panic.
Terrified,raw,unfiltered panic that always seemed to come back and bite her in the butt.
Maybe this was her own fault,maybe if she decided it was time to deal with those demons,just maybe this type of thing would stop happening to her...
But for now,as she sat alone and wheezed and cried,and struggled to take a breathe,she decided it must be a combination of it all.
The anxiety,the stress,being so alone.
She had already been panicked,except now it decided to escape the confines of her head and enter her blood stream.
The world was crashing all around her.
It truly was an attack.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
