* Because I almost had one the other day, I thought I should write over this.*
I had failed
I had messed up
Every answer was wrong
It was the same dance, different song
My breath hitched in my throat
And a pit rose in my stomach
And my throat became dry
My fear was running high
I was reading to say goodbye
Asking why , me, why
My legs began to shook
My mind split open like a book
My fingers tapped the desk
My breathing didn't slow
It felt like I had suffered a harsh blow
My chest began to tighten
As I felt frightened
The room was slowly moving
Picking up the pace
My mind calling me a disgrace
My troubles , I couldn't face
Then a single word pulled me from the haze
I looked around to see I held no one's gaze
I was fine , I was okay
Because that single word, saved me that day.
- bloodu wants you to know that you are not alone. I'm here for anyone who needs to talk. Panic attacks do happen and they are serious. Please talk to someone about them if you have them. Don't be like me and try and battle them alone.
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Tainted Society
PoetryI write poems based on real-world problems. hope you enjoy it. This is all opinion-based so don't hate on me for my beliefs. one poem per day because I'm lazy.
