Panic
Drowning. It feels like drowning. The choking, the constant fear that my breath is just going to stop. Trembling, my limbs begin trembling and suddenly I'm sweating and my mind is racing. Back and forth the thoughts come in and out of my brain and I don't know why. I stare at the wall hoping it will just pass, that I can find a center in myself and let it leave my system. Release, I just need the release, to let myself feel the pain or to just let it take over. I just want it to end. I want to wake up tomorrow and feel nothing. Numbness. I don't want another sleepless night, staring at the ceiling, wet face. I want to wake up rested and have nothing to fear.
But it's four in the morning. The only comfort is a blank text box when all I want are your arms like home.
But it's four in the morning. The only comfort is a blank text box when all I want are your arms like home.