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Mentions of panic attacks and breakdowns.
While I stood there frozen in place
My beating heart tried so hard to mend me, to melt from the inside out
I can hear it jumping in its cage
And I can feel you poking and prodding me
Every word of judgement that flies my way crashing into my skin
As if I’m supposed to pick up these crumbs and sprout my wings of confidence
I gather together these harsh and prickly words and feel them cracking in my palms
And when I take a deep breath I’m trying to exhale out your unreliability
After this I close my door and build my walls up higher, no windows, no sight
So unless you can handle a few cuts of sharp glass don’t come knocking at this door
You’ll slip and fall onto the icy floor