Standing outside, "out" just the thought makes me scared..
Starts walking, small cautious steps ....
I know the fear comes crawling into me,
know this isende cold freez it's self deep into my soul ...
Feel its pain, its fear and pleads for help ...
A painful scream that would scarred every living soul,
but it gets choked into a pitiful sound ....
All this just because the fear of being heard and seen, is bigger than everything else.
Must take a new step, only a small step ...
My hearts beat and the sweat ooze out,
can hear myself gasping for air, as if all the oxygen will end.
Panic attack is coming soon,I know it,
I must turn back, instant ...
Home and into my "security"!
Anita HB Loving
- 15 years, 2 months, 1 day ago
