Knives slicing the back of my throat.
Can't swallow the thinnest air.
Face red, dripping sweat, forgetting to breathe.
Vision blurry, voices tuned out.
I feel as if I'm going to pass out.
Face burning, knowing it's slowly but surely becoming brighter.
Nervously, I look down. Hiding my face.
Mentally chocking myself, yet screaming to breathe.
My stomach drops, my heart beats faster, I am a complete disaster.
Anxiety is nothing but a monster.