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Panic Attack
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Clayton Jennings
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"I can't breathe No, like seriously, I can't breathe" I was 10 the first time it happened to me And it just happened to be in my bedroom Bunk beds with my brother and not a lot of legroom I could hear my parents arguing in the next room An argument about church or something doom and gloom And all of a sudden my lips turn from red to blue Or at least, it felt like they did I didn't know you could have a panic attack as a kid But I sure did And I still do now And you ask me to help you, but I don't know how Because I've asked God to take this and I've begged Him out loud And I could be surrounded by a million people but still feel alone in a crowd So I'm asking these questions out loud What, like I'm not allowed? Who do I answer to? Nobody Depression and anxiety, get off me This is my life, don't treat it like a hobby You do everything you can to try to stop me Popped by a fanatic or popped pills to drop me Hiding away in the attic, this is not me Anxiety when the door knocks Anxiety when the door locks Anxiety when the door stops Anxiety about all of my sins Anxiety my sins aren't really buried at the bottom of the ocean Anxiety the next door will stay shut when I'm like "Open, open, open!" Anxiety is the spell and Xanax is the potion Like dry skin and lotion Only this lotion turns off the consequence button in your brain I've popped every pill, Benzos are all the same Next thing you know, you and your sins are a ball and chain And you feel regret for stuff you did and ashamed you didn't do what you shoulda done And the cycle continues And it spun and it spun until you sit there finally sober with a gun And you're too much of a coward to do it Or maybe a hero because you pulled through it Or maybe a zero because you blew it Or maybe a hero because you kept your head on your shoulders Maybe you blasted that head because your shoulders are boulders Some day my daughter will listen to this poetry when she's older And I'll have told her, what No, I'm asking, honestly, what should I tell her? Cat got your tongue? Your advice was stellar I'm asking questions I've never asked before I'm pulling off masks that had never been unmasked before They call me great but called me trash before I talk a lot about the other side, Christian Mack-lemore Don't call me a Christian if that means hating the left And don't call me Democrat if that means hating the right Just call me by my name with no labels and we'll get along just fine Because I don't know your story, and you don't know mine And I'd tell you, but that would make me anxious I'm an artist, sit back while I paint this Bathtub water on drip, mixing water with blood, every drop you pictured it, didn't you? It's too late to stop I'm sorry if that put you in a box But welcome to my inbox A place where I see pics I don't want to And I hear stories I wish were untrue And you're just like me, and I'm just like you Anxious
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