Panic attacks

Sugar Suicide





It feels like floating


but not the nice kind, the one that makes you feel free.


the kind where you don't want to float


it just happened


the world is disappearing from under your feet


you're trying to grab at your rope


then a tree


but everything is getting away from you too fast


and things are turning white as they fade


and the air up here is thin


and my lungs can't seem to hold it


I'm hyperventilating.


my head is in the clouds, but its not a dream.



  • Author: Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2019 18:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: wanted it to look like i was describing a panic attack and then slowly switch the verbs over to, its me, its my panic attack. Because sometimes thats how it is.
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  • Nicholas Browning

    Seen people have these before. Not a pretty sight. Best regards.

  • Night Owl

    Ohhh I know all to well what these devils are like... It's great your able to express it in this form... For me, they were like buried emotions burning to get out... I really felt that falling feeling through your poem.

  • orchidee

    They're not pleasant - the panic attacks I mean, not your poems!
    But OK - I shall not threaten to sing, if it brings on your panic attacks! heehee.

  • orchidee

    I mean - me singing is enough to make anyone panic. It's the threat of it you see, when I say 'An now a song...'! That's all folk got to worry about - on here, anyway! lol.

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