I'm not even going to pretend that this is a nice piece of literature, or that it even should be considered a poem.
This was something I wrote while I was having a panic attack. I had to distract my mind to stop myself from hyperventilating, so I wrote this.
That's all I must think of right now.
Not the future
Not the pain.
Ive been doing it for years; I can't stop now.
it doesnt matter who dies.
my pain must leave.
I need to breathe.
Just take deep breaths
My hands cannot shake anymore.
My breaths must not become so shallow.
IT DOESN'T MATTER
None of it does
But why does it all happen to me?
It's not even bloody fair!
Breathe. Calm. Live.