Its all fun and puns. shame.

Shivers seep through my spine as if the noise through my headphones were leaking chemical toxins straight into my ears, corroding the ear drum, seeping poison fumes straight into my veins. staying calm through the brutality of panic prov en, yet again, to be another of my failures (the list seems to now grow by the hour). furiously i force my mind to fixate itself on the button which will make it all stop, yet my brain is constructing toxic mixes instead of the correct solutions needed to induce a calm like state, in turn failing to send the vital signals to my arm, my wrist, my finger. it seems only my mind now is fighting for survival while slowly the rest of me shuts down, broken piece by broken piece. i stand, yet fall within a second, i open my mouth and inside my head the words are screaming straight from their source, yet i remain silent, releasing little more than a short reply "yes, i am fine." smile. nod. wave. turn. run. cry.
crippled. emotionless being, do not feel. help is weak.