Sugar Suicide

Panic attacks

 

 

 

 

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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Comments4

  • 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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