sudden attack of overwhelming panic.
quickly followed by muffled sobs.
snot drips like a leaky faucet.
i want nothing more than to a child again.
just to hear the reassuring, "everything will be okay."
instead i sit locked up in my room.
still afraid to seek comfort.
still afraid to show what's brewing in my guts.
a consistent black hole that grows from broken pieces of myself.
i will always be alone.