I left my flat to get a paper
Panic is striking me down
My Mum could’ve easy bought it later
Hands clenched head is spinning around.
I’m in the middle of a trauma and I find no escape
I walked out the door and my brain is out of shape
The agoraphobic invasion is haunting again
The madness is with me and so hard to contain.
I can’t go out but I always will try
I’m questioning the prison mentality
The after a minute I feel I will die
I’m closing in my flat and that’s my reality.