Questions, mounds like a bottomless pit,

Rapid breathing, can’t slow it down, can’t inhale enough.

Mind spinning, twenty tabs open, and the history log eight

Miles high.

Sweaty palms, utterly distroyed nerves, and the symptoms escalating quickly.

Everyone feels too close, still can’t breathe, why all the stares.

Increase in footsteps, trying so hard to calm… Nothing is working.

Panic attacks won’t stop, anxiety can’t let go, legs begin to feel so weak.

Swealing in the throat, heat blushes the cheeks.

Water floods the tear ducs.

What most don’t understand, mental scars are just traumatic

as physical,

To those who live with them.

Invincible will never mean invalid.

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