My heart begins to pace
winning the anticipation race
the tears began to flow
so are fast so are slow
my mind is idle
not moving at all, feeling as though its going to fall
my skin begins to crawl
little bumps warn IT off
my feet begin to sweat
making the somewhat hard tenderness
the room begins to close
including my nose
no more air, no more time
i reach for the knife
and chance another life line
**if you have this problem you should seek help, not just writing but help**
