The Cold Bathroom Floor


**Written by the Fanatic**

Panic consumes me
I cannot hide
Sitting on the cold bathroom floor
Counting tiles
I press my feet into
The texture and contour
Of what is
Feeling the vibration
Of my anxiety
Reverberate through my bones
Forced air

baliFills my lungs
Sweat beads my brow
Fear scratches at the door
I hold you in my minds eye
Please protect me
I am no match
To his great power


123  Forgiveness is needed for life, permission isnt


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