Fast..
Fast...
Faster.
My heart is pounding so fast.
So fast that if I stand still for even two seconds,
I will die.
I need to run,
fast.
My thoughts are racing,
fast.
Faster,
everything inside me is fast,
like put on fast forward.
I'm itching to move,
got to get out of here.
There's nowhere to hide from this feeling,
stuck.
My heart..
it's skipping.
My legs won't stop dancing.
I'm shaking,
looking like I am beginning to have a seizure.
So scared,
"You're fine" they say.
I AM NOT OKAY!
I need to breathe,
OH GOD I CAN'T BREATHE!
I'm going to die,
this is it.
I can't turn it off,
I can't be saved.
All of this happened so...
fast.
- Author: Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 14th, 2019 21:59
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about how I feel and think during my panic attacks.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 8
Comments1
Yeah, they're not great.
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