Panic Attack; Why Can't You Fix Me?

by Stephanie   Dec 4, 2009


With lips pursed and eyes shut tight, I breathe in, I breathe out. As the sunshine beats down on the back of my neck, drops of sweet sweat slowly drip to the ground. My feet race faster than my heart; making a clicking noise of some sort- it's maddening, yet comforting. I have a heartbeat in my ears spewing out all sorts of booms. I am close, oh-so-close, daddy, I can feel it. My head starts to spin, daddy. Like on the rollercoasters we used to get on, remember? Do you remember, daddy? Oh, how fun they were. Well, this isn't as much fun. Not fun at all. Because my head doesn't stop spinning for a long while, and the booming in my ears is constant it seems. Then it starts. Oh the breaths I take are speeding up, and tears are coming together at the corner of my eyes. Daddy, why is my chest tight? Daddy, why can't I breathe?

Why can't you fix me if you're the one who broke me?
I don't understand.

December 4, 2009
(c) Stephanie Lynn

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