I can't breathe
It's like something is siting on my chest
Preventing me from breathing
My mind can't stop racing
My legs buckle
My palms get sweaty
My mouth is dry
I can't seem to calm myself no matter how hard I try
The anxiety is taken over
Panic sets in deeper
I can't breathe
No one can save me now
I can't get it off my chest
Just to take a breath
I can't see it
Though all the sweat
I'm shaking now
Calm down I try to tell myself
Breathe
Breathe
Deep breaths
Why does this keep happening
Why can't I just shut my mind down just for a moment of peace.
About the Creator
Benita Gonzalez
Just a woman trying to make it in this messed up world and I'm trying my best it's not over till I'm underground
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