They happen in an instant,
anxiety and panic are imminent.
Can't breathe, fading to black,
a fine life under attack.
To feel the fear of death,
struggling to take a healthy breath.
The worst of them come while driving,
in my car, having trouble surviving.
I open my windows and try to get air,
my fingers rubbing my neck and stroking my hair.
It worsens, blacking out has begun,
I pull over, a healthy breath, none.
I know whats happening, can't control it,
Klonopin is my only travel kit.
Pop a pill or two and it goes away,
the longest twenty minutes, I must say.
Waiting in agony, the struggle is brutal,
all attempts to remain calm are futile.
The pill kicks in and begins its work,
a sense of calmness, my only perk.
I make it home and go to bed,
all the suffering has left my head.
I close my eyes and feel relieved,
back to normal I do believe.
The wonder pill has put me to sleep,
dreams of counting all black sheep.
My mental state in depression,
when will I learn this valuable lesson?
I wouldn't wish these upon my enemy,
are prescription drugs my only remedy?
People say, it's all in your head,
until you have one, you'll take back what you said.
