Panic Attack

I stand in The Kitchen 

It gets hard to breathe 

I slide down the cabinets under the sink

Tears slip out of my eyes 

A million thoughts run though my head 

I just want to Scream 

My face goes dry 

and I Sigh of relif 

The pain was over for now 

But I knew later it wwas sure to come back 

Because My panic attacks never stay away for long 

This poem is about: 
Me

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