Poem - 23 March 2018, 17:37 Panic Disorder c.n. denmon There's something called Panic Disorder. It haunts me with my every blink. Sometimes I can't even sleep from the ache in my chest, but I keep breathing, because it's right. Even if I feel wrong. Like 1 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 401 Rating: Total votes: 0 Tags: Advice Anxiety Mental Overcome Overcoming Poetry Genre: Narrative Prose Speculative Tragedy Listed in: Contest Entries
