You think you got it all figured out. It All make sense in your head. Until that tinglin starts rumbiling in your chest turns from stress to dread.
Countless minutes you will never get back and the problems you had were few to many and you carried the weight of them upon your back. The problems were few and now they begin to stack.
The gasp will surely ruin you; when it hits, it attacks. You find the closest thing to you and slide down it with your back. Find yourself layed ruined until you find yourself on your knees and hands. This is the epitome of the broken man. The hardest hit to the heart surely would **** the average man. Yea but you keep going and God just praying you can find your way back. There has to be a reason that this happens to me? Yea well I have faith in time you will begin to see.
Listnen," friend to friend " these things tend too surely pan themselves out. I know noones perfect but you can try to be. But if the risk is too high you can find the balance or try to work something out or in between.
But right now the most important thing you can do is just breathe. Heres a bag, put your head between your knees. Slow down, control the pace of your breathe. think only about overcoming this, just breathe.
To anyone who has ever had a panic attack. I feel you home slice. ***** real... Them things can hit anywhere.
Anywhere, Anytime; Anxiety Attack, Panic Attack; Sometimes I cry; Sometimes my chest tightens; Sometimes I feel choked; Sometimes I hyperventilate; Sometimes I feel like I'm dying; It's hard... But I'm trying to fight....
Worry a'creapin Confusion sets Nerves are startled Fear Upsets
Minds a racin' Thoughts implode Face is flushed Fear Explodes
Hearts a'flutter Chest tightens up Voices stutter Fear Erupts
Hearts a'poundin Sweat then rolls Panic resounding Fear unfolds
Deaths a'loomin Dreads attack All consuming Fear is back
Peace a'buildin Calm ensues If Gods willing Fear defused
I learned a 2 beat structure similar to this from a friend on Facebook. I took what I learned and put my own twist on it by bouncing back and forth between 2 and 3. Even kind of a 3-4. I think it sounds better with that beat rather than a constant 2. As if I did anything to explain what I mean by a beat-structure lol. Its just my personal language that I use. I used that structure while thinking about anxiety and this is the result.
Panic, panic, panic, An ecstasy of fear- What’s wrong with you, don’t you realise your family are near? My mind is manic- And all you can say is oh dear? Can u ever just be here? Help me with this fear? Help, that’s all I need to end this paralysing fear, Not your unhelpful, fault-finding sneer.
My mind is this raging hurricane and you can't calm a storm down lest it wants to be stopped but mine never seem to want to stop. Every gush of wind pushes me over to the edge and forces me to look down into a never ending medium where nothing exists.
I'm sorry I'm not lazy, in fact if you tore apart this facade and looked inside this skin, you will find a girl searching tirelessly for her self worth and for happiness for she wants to prevail, she wants to be loved and she wants to never stop believing.
But my hands and feet don't stop adding earthquakes to my storm torn body. My brain races faster than my mouth can speak so I'm sorry if you can't understand what I -
No, it's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that my heart is running a marathon and I'm already worn out thinking about the way I'm going to say "hi", the way I'm just waiting for the ground to swallow me whole just to be saved.
I'm sick of the nausea Tired of the insomnia Any second I could freak out again Panting, screaming, apologizing, weeping I'm scared of myself more than anything else Manic attacks of sudden ******* panic I care too much or I don't care enough I beg my angels to let me give up
try to breathe in. try to breathe out. his hands are on my sternum. my mind blacks out the image. i’m wringing my hands together. no...i’m pulling my hair. his breath is on my neck —my ear. i’m pressing my palms into my eyes. i’m not sure oxygen is making it to my lungs. he’s making animalistic sounds. he’s thrown my body into shock. it’s like watching in slow motion. —wait. no. it’s another girl. and another. and another. it’s me. it’s her. god, i hope it’s not you.