
This is for real...my panic attacks...but no one knows but you...please R&R...please.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 111 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-07-06 - id: 2258893
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Sometimes there's a wall
Separating me from the people
That I share this dreadful world with
Sometimes the wall blocks out everything…
But it always warns me first.
It makes my hands tingle
My vision disappear
I can only hear
What it wants me to
I can only see
What it lets me
Sometimes
It makes me scream…
Makes me yell
And scare the people around me
Sometimes it makes me look in the mirror
And see the lack of conscience
Hidden behind my eyes
Sometimes it makes me hate my self
Sometimes it makes me hit people
Sometimes it makes me die
And sometimes…
The wall lets me cry.
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