Panic Attacks
Panic Attacks
I don't know what panic is, but I have learnt what it means to survive all alone in the city with - fear, helplessness and hopelessness.
All I wished was to wake up as someone else without a past that I held. Without those pains that don't belong to me, and yet burden my soul.
I burn myself with chains of thoughts, and my body shivers brutally, my heart throbs as if I will vomit my being outside.
I struggle to breath, but I can't find any air around. In those moments my nostrils feel blocked.
I cry and I cry, because I don't know which pain is aching inside.
I don't know why does it hurt?
Tomorrow, it will be just another day in the city, just another 24 hours of my walking around - it's all futile.
But sometimes, I can't wake up, yes - it hurts. Still, some things hurt more.
Hurts that I will waste another day in the city which doesn't do anything great.
One another day of not pretending productivity, or maybe I'll be there - in between of it all.
Still in pain, without a trace of hint on my skin.
Wiping the sweat, smiling and clicking selfies.
I can't run away, but my soul has already departed. And in between I feel stuck.
The alarm says that 'three more hours of go'
My question is - will my mind be convinced enough to not behave anything like this in that meantime?
Swallowing saliva from a dry throat I force myself to sleep, and it seems like the dark demons will strangle me.
With open eyes, I see the rooftop and turn the alarm off.
Deleting my psychiatrist's number - I run through the corridor - struggling to find air.
But I never said our panic attacks need to look same - or maybe it doesn't look any different from outside.
Our panic doesn't have to look same!