It's that
hurts to breathe
heart hurts with every beat
chest heaving
panic attack
typing feeling.
thoughts race,
faces blur,
everything goes black
before i fall to the floor.
It's a
can't shake it
ready to break it
bad habit
only sponsored
by the depths of Hell
kind of thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem