at first i shake a little and i try to hold it together but then panic strikes. and i pull myself apart at the seams and when you stich me back together, i cant help but whimper because the pin you use is blunt and it hurts more to be sttiched together then it does to be pulled apart but then i panic, and now im screaming your name in fits blasphemous fits of agous whaling i cant breathe the demons of my mind are sitting on my chest while I sleep And I toss and i turn but i cant wake up from this night mare because in reality i was never asleep ive been sitting here the whole time wide awake in my dream state terrified to do anything other then breathe and Christ thats harder then it sounds you have no idea what its like when tears roll down my cheeks like tidal waves i wish i could drown in anxiety makes me a slave, its lachy, its ***** my fear takes me by the throat and makes sure to stare me down as he squeezes my addictions rolll over me like a sandcastle at high tide im bound to fall so please dont you dare tell me to "just breathe" everything wont be allright so long as you dont realise that i am suffering more then a fit of asthma , i am dieing more then a little inside my crystal glass core gets trod on more and more often by the demons that plauge me panic is so much more lethal then cyanide ad so much easyer to obtain