"Have to tell them now!
*Whispers*
"It's now or never."
"Stand up for yourself."
Sshhhh!
"Can't quiet down the truth for long."
Quiet! Stop!
*More whispering*
"...How many times can I break till I shatter? Over the line can't define what I'm after....."
Sleep. Sleep. SLEEP! Please?
(It's hot.) Can't breathe.
"Everyone will leave one day."
No! (Open the window before another attack.)
"Talk to them. You're an adult!"
I SAID SSSHHHH! It's hard!
"...I always turn the car around. Give me a break let me make my own pattern...."
They don't listen. Never have; never will.
"Have Faith. Have hope."
The room is trapping me in and there's no escape.
How long will this go on for?
*Tick... Tick... Tick.*
(Check time, a minute has passed.)
*Tick... Tick... Tick.*
"Wake her up. She'll help."
No! Selfish!
P (take) A (a) N (deep) I (breath) C!
More music = no help.
Did I just really listen to the whole album?
"You're going insane."
No, I'm not.
I am not Insane.
Not Insane.
Insane...
Panic attacks are 50% of the college experience. I hope you have no more!
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