Tightness in my chest, it’s so hard to breath.
The only time I can escape is when I go to sleep.
Bellyaches, unchanging fear.
Why, why does this happen, knowing I'm safe here?
It's an ongoing panic another will thrash and strike.
I dread it all the time
it makes me lose my appetite.
My vision darkens, my life flashes.
My distress sway my thoughts
my heart smolders and burns to ashes. You have no clue what it’s like
to live one day out there in my shoes.
If you did, you wouldn't judge me like you do.