Panic

The walls begin to close in.

Breathing faster.

Don't touch me.

Sight lined with black.

Head filled with clouds.

The clouds are storming.

Thunder, roaring, I can't hear myself think.

Lightning strikes, each bolt doubles the feeling.

I can't breathe now.

My lungs are closing.

I stagger and fall, but did I really?

Which way is up?

Where am I?

I said don't touch me.

I need to go.

I can't walk.

I need to get out.

I'm trapped in my head.

The world is ending.

Yes, it's about me this time.

MY world is ending.