Don't Panic

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.

Breathe.

In.

out.

Slowly.

That's all I must think of right now.

Not the future

Not the pain.

Inhale...

Exhale.

Ive been doing it for years; I can't stop now.

it doesnt matter who dies.

my pain must leave.

I need to breathe.

Can't. 

Stop.

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?

Why? WHY?

It's not even bloody fair!

Breathe. Calm. Live.

The End

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