Panic scribbled all over her pretty face,
She could not feel her lungs,
Her mind: a mess
It smelt like rot and hell's cursed air
Everything was wrong!
Yet she could not word what stabbed her faith
This is when hope drowns,
She's having seizures again
Depression held her tight,
and loneliness was her other friend
Anxiety posed a threat to her fate
Like a dagger on a bandaged wound to prevent it to heal
Anxiety, the enemy will not let her live,
Face turned blue, she needed escape
But as always, the ambulance always arrived a lot too late.
- Four walls (kept secrets)
