Pain surges through my chest,
Taking my air away.
shooting up my spine,
i stagger in dismay.
Nausea takes me back a step.
Feeling light headed and weak.
My eyes begin to fade to black.
My future is looking bleak.
Weak knees and shakey hands.
Panic in my every move.
Feeling so helpless and lost.
Slipping in every groove.
Trying to let no one see.
Not the meek and weaker part.
I move like nothing is wrong.
From person to person my eyes dart.
I become lost and dellusional.
Not sure where i am.
Confused and very agitated,
Every question is my final exam.
People are so oblivious
To something I try so hard to hide.
They think im moody and emotional.
To no one can I confide.
"All in your head" they tell me.
Yes, this is all up in my fucking head.
Like its all mind over matter.
Then I begin to see red.
I fight to gain my composure.
I fight for breath in strife.
Im fighting for someone to believe me.
I'm fighting for my life.
(This is to those who don't believe, and don't go through this everyday. to those who don't think that this can exist. I am a victim of something undescribable. you can't even begin to feel my pain. fighting for every breath with bricks stacked on your chest. feeling the pain, the nausea, the weakness take over. like you aren't yourself. i just want to live, and instead i am missing out) |