 panic
 panic
			
			
			
				
					
						It's always changing
Its never ending
It Won’t Stop
Ready to explode
The pressure buries me
The poison takes control
I drop down to my knees
I scream
Get these voices out of me
I need help this is killing me
I’m blinded by the thought of tomorrow
I’m drowning in this ocean of sorrow
I need to leave it all behind
I think I’m losing my mind
Trembling
My hands start to shake
The sweat drips down
Can’t look in the mirror
This face is unfamiliar
Temple throbbing
Panicked I start to scream
Is there anyone out there that can help me?
I’ll try anything to make it stop
					
				 
				
			 
			
			
			Three o'clock A.M. is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. 
 so true