creeping deathnclammy fingersnpulling me backntrying to soothe my inner tensionnbut it feels like a panic attacknrush felt through my bodynfeel the sweat pool at my palmsnwill I ever make it back the same?nshould I just end it all?ncharcoal like a sunburnnhead is getting tightnwipe it off my listnif I could make it through the nightnnburn burnnhold your breath til you feel itnyou learnnnow’s your chance to deal with itnconcernednfor your health cause it’s real enoughndiscernnwhether or not you wantnto give it up cause it hurtsnnwhy did I come back?ndoesn’t seem to be that funnI haven’t run outnfeels like I’m the only onenfeel the comedownnit feels like it never leavesnit feels like I’ve changed nownlike my mind has been diseasednnburn burnntake my hand and walk with menbe my candlenit will burn