The mind is consumed You start seeing black and white your body loses balance your eyes are filled with tears your nose is blocked your throat feels tight you ask yourself "Why can't I fight?"
You feel pathetic as you fall to the ground but have no will to get back up You scream you shake hoping to be saved You either want to stay in the dark or pray to see a spark
Time has passed and you lay there Like shattered glass
Not really sure what to do next you realize that nothing has changed So you get up and go back to your daily parade
Slowly you tell yourself "I don't want to go through that again." And hope to sleep before past ten
The breakdown does not end there This is what I'll share:
The rest is up to you and me Hold my hand, and together we'll break free
-Loulou
Anxiety attacks are not a sign of weakness it's a sign of being strong and brave for too long.