Panic attack
They told me to calm down.
Told me relax and breathe.
But how does one do that?

Panic attack.
Watch my blood flow.
Carrying the pain that exists.
Watch it run down my throat.

Panic attack.
The red colour overwhelms me.
It carries the colour coded pain we both had.
Trust me to believe the pain flows away.

Panic attack.
They told me to breathe.
But how does one do that when it suffocates.
When the grievances overwhelms me?
When my pain belongs to their happiness.

Panic attack.
Stop asking me to breathe and relax.
My mind is messed up to listen.
My entire body is tired of those words.
I'm surrounded by my horrid past.
Please stop asking me to relax.

Panic attack.
They watched the pain consume me.
They watched my entire self collapse.
They cautiously prayed for my relapse.

Panic attack.