Panic Attacks

Come and go for me.

They come the more I compare myself to you, and realise I am nothing.

They come when I feel that I am worthless.

They come when I am so lonely that a continuous scream rips open the inside of my head.

They come when I am no longer steady in my thoughts,

They come when I do not understand myself, when I don't know who I am,

I am so alone in everything I ever do.

I have no self confidence, I can never be as good or like an equal with others.

I will die a virgin, spinster.

I believe this more now than ever before.

I will never be good enough for ANYONE.

My heart is becoming cold, and it is breaking.

Sleep is so much easier to live though.

Panic Attacks

Go when I can feel contentment.

They go when I am with Hope.

They go when I can laugh with Amelia.

They go when I feel more than nothing.

When I feel loved.

But most of all, they go with a hug.

Hugs are important to me.