My heart is pacing
thudding against my ear drums
like I just ran a marathon.
I feel nauseous and light.
Breathe
But somehow this word doesn't seem to make a difference.
Breathe
But no sir seems to find a way into my lungs.
Breathe
But somehow all I find myself is being a sympathetic nervous system.
With self doubt crashing
and enveloping me.
My hands are trembling with
jittering nerves passing underlyingly.
Somehow nothing is soothing
Or calming me.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
My heart is pacing
thudding against my ear drums
like I just ran a marathon.
I feel nauseous and light.
Breathe
But somehow this word doesn't seem to make a difference.
Breathe
But no sir seems to find a way into my lungs.
Breathe
But somehow all I find myself is being a sympathetic nervous system.
With self doubt crashing
and enveloping me.
My hands are trembling with
jittering nerves passing underlyingly.
Somehow nothing is soothing
Or calming me.
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