Panic - Movements

Wish I could stand without stumbling

Never had much symmetry

End up on hands and knees

Anxiety

I’m learning to get a handle on myself

But I feel like someone else

And it feels like hell

Take me, I’ve had enough

Can’t breathe when the going gets tough

I’m on thin ice again

Already sinking in my skin

It always starts out like this

When I start to shake I can’t shake it

Try to feel alright again

But right now I’m slipping under

This shortness of breath with a twist

The habit of panic

Define me

The illness I’ve become

I’ll press it to my lips

And place the product on my tongue

I’m finding relief in emptiness

And numb because of it

But I’ll take what I can get

Take me, I’ve had enough

Can’t breathe when the going gets tough

Its in between and it can’t be seen

This living injury

Anxiety

I’m on thin ice again

Already sinking in my skin

It always starts out like this

When I start to shake I can’t shake it

Try to feel alright again

But right now I’m slipping under

This shortness of breath with a twist

The habit of panic