Apr 2021
My chest is burning,
My heart is racing,
My hands are shaking,
My mind is exploding
The pain,
Is back
The familiar choking,
Like a ghost has its hands wrapped around my throat
The non stop sweating,
Like the whole world is on fire, just for me
The throbbing in my head,
And the pounding of my heart,
Like a drum beating inside of my body
Does it ever stop?
The answer,
Iām afraid
Is no.
My heart is racing,
My hands are shaking,
My mind is exploding
The pain,
Is back
The familiar choking,
Like a ghost has its hands wrapped around my throat
The non stop sweating,
Like the whole world is on fire, just for me
The throbbing in my head,
And the pounding of my heart,
Like a drum beating inside of my body
Does it ever stop?
The answer,
Iām afraid
Is no.
This poem is about my struggle with anxiety, and constantly having panic attacks. Me and my mom thought that it was just heart burn, but then I was diagnosed with severe anxiety.
