My heart is racing.
My body is shaking.
Tears fill my eyes
And I begin to cry.
Round and round I go
To a place, I don’t know.
Why doesn’t my heart stop?
It’s racing nonstop.
My vision blurs.
I would prefer
To be dead
Instead of being in my head.
My stomach tied in knots
As I become hot.
Consumed by a panic attack.
All I see is black.
