In and out of consciousness
My brains not getting enough oxygen
Inhale, exhale
is what I keep hearing
But there is no point in repeating
Cuz those words have no meaning
When my air is slowly depleting
The tingling in my lips has started
Taking deep breaths has also hardened
Inhale, exhale
My breathing is getting shorter
This is the painful truth of an anxiety disorder
The tingling in my fingers now feels like torture
My eyes keep losing focus
I wonder if they even notice
Inhale, exhale
I can finally feel emotion
My tears are crashing down like the ocean
Everything is coming out like an explosion
I’m catching my breath again
The tingling is just a numbing pain
Inhale, exhale
The worst is almost over
My breathing is finally slower
It’s time to regain my composure
I’m now mentally and physically drained
This is my way to have it explained
Inhale, exhale
I’m slowly getting feeling back
My body is so weak after an attack
My body always takes such a hard impact
It’s over now but my voice is still barely there
an anxiety attack is always hard to compare
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