It claws at my neck
Chokes me til I'm breathless
This invisible force
I dare not speak of to anyone else
My heart starts to pound
My breathing accelerates
My vision begins to blur
My sweat turns cold as ever
And just as I'm about to hit the ground
It retreats and recedes like a coward
Dear anxiety,
These panic attacks are getting old.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
It claws at my neck
Chokes me til I'm breathless
This invisible force
I dare not speak of to anyone else
My heart starts to pound
My breathing accelerates
My vision begins to blur
My sweat turns cold as ever
And just as I'm about to hit the ground
It retreats and recedes like a coward
Dear anxiety,
These panic attacks are getting old.
