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Oct 2017
As the noise increases
I feel the tension rising
I need an outlet,
I need saving

I feel like I'm drowning,
trapped in a box
with a vice grip against my chest
and I can't escape it at all

My chest is tightening by the second
I take a deep breath, just breathe
Nothing helps but music,
something I'm in dire need

I've never been to the doctor
so I don't know if these are 'attacks'
but that's what I've started to call them
because that's what it feels like to me
Written by
Tori Schall  16/F
(16/F)   
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