too much anxiety to handle
everything is so bad. everything is so big. i can’t…i can’t..
walls fall down, lungs are crushed. i can’t breath. so much to do…i can’t…i can’t.
why. why i’m so small..very small..too small. why everything is so big and i’m center of it.
i can’t, i can’t.
i can’t breath. air does not pass through. air doesn’t flow into my lungs. it circulates me.
where are the scissors, where are the needles, where are sharp objects. where are rocks, where are..
where are the wounds, where are the blood.
where is too small body lying on the ground.