It builds like pressure, deep within the cage of my chest,
a balloon swelling wild, leaving no room to rest.
My fingertips tingle, a cold creeping dread,
as the world starts to blur, thorns bloom in my head.
My scalp’s electric, buzzes sharp and deep,
while I tear at my skin, desperate to unbind.
The walls start to narrow, reality bends and twists,
I’m shouting for help, in the void where it’s missed.
In my chest, there’s a storm, in my breath, there’s a fight,
panic’s grip turns the day far too quickly to night.
I’m lost in the tunnels where my fears collide,
screaming into the spiral of a relentless tide.
The world tips sideways, on this terrifying ride,
every beat of my heart, a lash that I can’t hide.
Is this dying? Or just another false alarm?
In the silence of my mind, where each thought does harm.
So hear my voice, catch the echo of my plight,
understand this chaos that haunts me through the night.
Don’t dismiss, don’t ignore, this is real as the pain,
in the grip of my panic, where I’m left once again.