Closing in all around me,
a fear I can't describe.
All shaky and confused,
I think I'm going to die.
Thoughts so unsettling
are blocking everyone's attempts.
When all they try is to help me,
I can't make sense of this.
My heart hurts,
my head hurts,
and crying about it
only makes it worse.
Nobody can ever
truly understand,
and unless you've gone through it,
you wouldn't stand a chance.
It's just anxiety,
another day of black.
You must think that I'm crazy.
It's just another panic attack.
I'm Rose, I'm only 14, and have suffered from severe anxiety and social anxiety since I was around 10. For the past 2 years I've suffered from depression, this poem literally lit up my heart....
Panic Attack
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011 with permission of the Author.
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I feel so bad for you. I wish that taking a deep breath was a magical cure, but that's not the way it is. "People who don't have panic attacks really don't know the kind of pain it causes. It's like a war that never ends. Fighting all day every day...it's exhausting and horrible." Reading this made me feel really sad. People that don't have it think you're just asking for attention, and that don't really try to help. Some people are jealous because they want all the attention, but if they had this they wouldn't wish so, huh? Such a sad and deep poem. I wish there was a pill in the world that cures everything, mentally and physically. I don't have severe anxiety, so I have a few questions. Is sleep a relief to you, or does it give you endless nightmares? I don't want to seem ignorant or rude, I just want to ask from someone who actually has it.