Anxiety

I suffer from severe anxiety/panic disorder. I currently sit in a state of panic, so my poem explains how each and every day feels.

My chest is tightened, my heart still beats.

My lungs feel frozen, but again I breathe. 

I feel the danger, so close to death.

My mind is twisting, turning, tricking.

I need to leave, nowhere to go.

I cannot evade, cannot explain.

I am alone in this pain.

There is no cure, no one who can help.

So I just sit in my personal hell.

Tears stream, laughter ends.

Torn down.

No escape.

Annihilation begins.