Panic attacks

Panic attacks are not so good
When your feeling alone and misunderstood
No one understands the pain they can’t see
Pain like a nail bomb exploding in me.

These bouts of forever will not go away
Instead they grip me, overshadow the day
When I want to be nowhere and I want to be free
I’m bound by these feelings that others can’t see.

People they bitch but don’t open their eyes
To the dark clouds that gather and stop the sunrise
For the joy in me lives but is chained deep inside
In a prison of panic that cuts like a knife.

Lacerated and hopeless, for the time that they last
I’m longing for freedom from the mould they have cast
But there’s nowhere to run too, every way a dead end
I must wait for the sunshine, to soon rise again.