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Waiting4TheStop Jul 2016
Heartbeat and breathing erratic.

Mindset; frazzled, like static.



There is never a rhyme or reason. 
My life is just an ever-changing season.


Looping yet broken. Like a record that is scratched.
In my head, the devils plan, will it be hatched?

Or will I be intercepted beforehand. My only warning sign could be the lights and/or sirens, when the men in white coats are dispatched
(C) 2015
ar Mar 2016
from the moment,
you stumbled into my life,
i was in the palm of your hand.

and from that moment on,
i knew that i would be be awaiting the return of,
you.

waiting for the next time i find myself entangled with,
you.

leaving me breathless,
heart racing,
chest aching.
i want to run but there's no escaping,
you.

which is to say,
that i can never leave,
you.

- a.r.
i may just have to learn to love,
you.
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
You seem to hurt my heart,                                                          
­Repetitively,                                                    ­                              
and the doctors say:                                                             ­         
                                       "They can’t bandage a word broken heart,"
   "When the bandage won’t  be able to fix me,"                              
This is when my body mutates,
Making it hard to breath ,                  
                                  Or really do anything,
This is when,
            My ribs,                                      
                 wrap around my heart,
trying to protect it from you,                                              
                               and while my lungs were unprotected,
and I was at a lack of breath,                          
                               ­  you seemed to take that,
with any happiness you could find,                
And I sat there,
        Shaking,
Then,                  
                 ­                                       Crying because it’s not even first period
what it feels like to have one, mine are because of my PTSD triggers
Cade Apr 2014
who am I?
Who am I?
what is going on?
I know,
no,
I know.
“panic attack”,
where,
what,
panic,
everywhere,
“calm”
“breathe”
only confusion,
Okay so for clarification the " " parts are the rational part on my mind and everything else is basically how I respond during panic attacks.

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