Panic Attacks

There's a hand on my head and it's pushing me down
There's a hand on my face and it feels like I'll drown
There's a hand on my stomach pushing me to be sick
There's are hands on my legs and they won't let me kick
I'm being held down, from my head to my feet
There's a fist round my heart and it's stressing the beat
I need to move and escape but i'm too scared to shift
Every move that i try makes my heartbeat more swift
I need to calm and relax because my breathing's too fast
and my whole body is thumping and I don't think I can last
Because i'm scared deep inside and i know no one can help
I'm too scared to let out even the smallest of yelps
I need to stop thinking that i'll die here all alone
Without a hope just leaving blood, muscles, fat brain and bone
I know it's all my head but that can't make it feel
any less dangerous, or any less real
I just say over and over, it's not a heart attack
No one has ever died, of a panic attack
No one has ever died, of a panic attack
No one has ever died, of a panic attack

And eventually, after living hours in hell
Those hands will no longer threaten me, and again I'll feel well
And maybe one day, I'll stop doing this to myself
And accept that there's really nothing wrong with my health
But I hope that comes soon, because I can never rest,
Knowing my greatest fear is beating, inside my chest