Breath in 2 3 4.
Breath out 2 3 4.
She can't slow her breathing
the anxiety is getting to her.
She's been trapped and
hidden away for far too long.
She misses the daylight but
can't get herself to go out.
Her rooms are dark in despair.
The only light comes through a
crack in the black dusty curtains.
She's ready to leave this depressing
sight with memories haunting her.
Her hand on the door knob,
anxiety fills her body.
Breath in 2 3 4.
Breath out 2 3 4.
