Mind running itself into the ground.
Every way I turn,
Mind in raw panic.
Death crawling inside.
Mind in circles.
A raw panic, the mind’s end.
Hurt and afraid.
One moment nowhere,
The next being no escape.
Trying to crawl out,
Very panicked. Going out now and hope that helps a bit, but even then it’s already contributing to the panic, the problem.
Mind swirling, has been for an hour.
But my choice is clear, some decisions to be made.
My best friend would kill me if they knew.
Panic makes you hurt, scared, worried about something you weren’t a moment before.