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Anxiety
Your heart felt like it stop
Felt like it stop beating
Felt like you are in a hole
A hole you can’t get out of
Feels like you are being watched
Watched by your own fears
Fears that have broke you
You want to get out of that hole
You want to ignore the trauma
But all you can do is panic
Panic about your trauma
Panic about being in this dark hole
Your scared
You break down
You stop breathing
You sweat
You think of the trauma
Trauma that leads you to the dark hole
That dark hole is called anxiety
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Geezer
Wed, 2020-05-27 21:19
I fear...
that you have stopped thinking altogether. You are ignoring basic language. It should be; stopped, stops and broken, [you're scared]. ~ Geezer.
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Gracy
Thu, 2020-05-28 10:58
Hi Natalia, your poem is
Hi Natalia, your poem is about panic attacks, right? Followed by depression, at least that's what I understand. If so, I emphasize totally because I had panic attacks for about 3 decades. They can be disabling. In my case, I carried anti anxiety pills in my bag always, with a bottle of water. I learned to feel them coming on, so I'd pop the pill in my mouth right away. Sometimes I had to get off a bus and go home for a while, but I never gave up.
I wont go on until I'm sure I've interpreted it correctly. Regards, Gracy
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