The desire to run is strong,
But my limbs are frozen,
I'm collapsing; stifling,
In internal quicksand.
Nearly drowning in tears,
That soak my skin,
In my ocean of panic;
I never learned to swim.
The voices in my head,
Are slowly taking over,
Suggestions ring loud,
Of self harm and suicide.
To give in is to be weak,
But to stay means,
To die on the inside,
A little more everyday.
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Panic Attack
PoetryThe desire to run is strong, but my limbs are frozen, I'm dissolving; stifling, In internal quick sand. Nearly drowning in tears, That soak my skin, In my ocean of panic; I never learned to swim. Cover Art designed by Ryan Cornish
