My eyes flicker from side to side,
concentrating on the fine crinkles within the walls.
The brightness begins to evaporate,
leaving me with an all but dark room.
My chest constricts, and my lungs fall short.
I'm left breathing short, staccato like.
This was what a panic attack felt like.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
My eyes flicker from side to side,
concentrating on the fine crinkles within the walls.
The brightness begins to evaporate,
leaving me with an all but dark room.
My chest constricts, and my lungs fall short.
I'm left breathing short, staccato like.
This was what a panic attack felt like.
I don't even know if this is a poem, but all I'll say is that it's horrible.
It's about my constant encounter with panic attacks, and my latest during class last week, where everything started to close in on me.
I'm unsure how long I'll be able to hold on, before I break in front of everyone I know.
I'm trying. But I don't know how much longer I can maintain this mien.
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