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I start by feeling nothing.
Then a pain in my chest.
I can feel my heart.
It's either being squeezed or skinned, Maybe both; at the same time.
The blade.
I can feel it going through the outer layer of my heart.
I can feel my heart?
I can feel pain from the outer layer of my heart but feel nothing inside of the hands suffocating what's inside of me.
It hurts.
But I feel nothing at all.
The sensation is too much.
I start to cry.
But I can't.
So I don’t.
The pain continues.
But I don't.
I’m just drifting off inside of myself.
Maybe then, I will be able to find my heart.
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Author:
Road Runner (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 12th, 2021 20:23
- Comment from author about the poem: When I have panic attacks, they are really harsh on my pysical body more than my mental. I wanted to write how I feel when experiencing a panic attack and to show others how it bad mental health can really get.
- Category: Sad
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