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Guys!
I went to dinner
and wrote a poem
SpoilerMental Picture
I’m imaginingSomewhere quiet,Peaceful.I’m whisking myself away ,Creating a mental picture.I can go anywhere,For imagination hasNo limits.I’m ignoring theNoises.The hustle andBustle ofA crowedRestaurant.I’m ignoringThe dizzinessIgnoring the headache.Trying notTo focus onThe bangingClangingVoicesCan’t breathe-Heart racingMind numbingTunnel visionBlinking backThe black spotsPeople behind meReaching forKnivesKill my familyCan’t breathe-SwirlingAlways swirlingNot hungryHave to escapeRunHideDisappearFeel hot and coldFlushedDizzyGood thingI’m sittingDownOr i mightPass outWatchBuzzesHeart rateTo fastCan’t slow downRacingMy mindHave toPayAttention toThe childrenNeed meCan’t not be okayFor themCalling my nameSnap outPlay their gamesSit on shakingHandsMental pictureDissipatesFadingPopping intoDark swirlingMist.No escapeNot yetChest feelsTightLegs shakeCan’t breatheTrying not toHyperventilateHotHot hot hotTake a sip ofWaterThe burns myTongue withColdBut does nothingTo rid of theInternal heatAnd pressureCan’t findMy mental picture.It’s gone.~ Stick 4-26-24this is how I write when I'm literally dying.
my heart great was 106 bpm the ENTIRE time T-T
I love restaurants guys-
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Maybe, I don’t know what I would write it about though...
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