Pressure building in my head, moving down to my heart and stomach as I crash onto my bed.
I'm panicking feeling like I'm almost dead. The doctors tell me it's in my head and because I haven't gotten fed.
What's going on with me. I let all the pressures get to me. The anxieties all creep up on me.
So let me free fall away from everything, letting go, I need to be free.
I'm a grown man, but I'm cowering on the floor. These dark shadows playing games with my mind.
I'm rushing to the hospital, but they are telling me everything is fine. Pop some pills I think they are called Lorazepam, and my body is already their biggest fan.
Nerves relaxing now, heart is slowing, mind is focusing, I can breathe again.
It's my first big panic attack, didn't know the power these had, hope I can check it before it begins again.
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