panic disorder
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Fear closing in
all around me
trapping me in a box
The world keeps spinning though
keeps on spinning
I can't stop
yet I can't keep up either.
Everything's wrong...
Peter Piper Picked a Pair of Pills to Pop
Just to see what they’d do to him
He Popped a cocktail stocked with
Adderall, Buspar, Benzos and Zoloft-
The piercing of the gunshot and the race between my heart and mind is on
And just like the pounding of running feet on the pavement, my heart is racing
But it is the only thing I can hear
Have I ever wished
to dive into a ravine?
I would have said no.
I'm forced to say yes.
What were once my sweetest dreams
crash upon the rocks.
Drain the mania;
My heart is best decribed
as being a bird in a bottle,
with fleeting wings beating
against glass lungs.
It sits on the border
of yesterday's panic
and tomorrow's desperation,
You say I’m okay
On the outside
So I must be alright
To keep going
But have you once thought
About how I feel inside
I was little when disposable cameras were "the thing"Polaroids were fading out.
I would pose for my mother in my new school clothes
Silly faces, ballerina, peace signs.
Slam.
Mommy is lying on the ground. Daddy threw her there; I saw it from behind
The wooden banister which I wrapped my stuffed snake around
Only three hours before.
My name is
[gasp] a soft percussion of wiggles, delicate worms crawling into skin
thin kisses, so you’re not at all suspicious when I carry in your ribs
bids on who the lastonelaughing [is]
