Curious. What does your SOS look or sound like?

I posted it about 3 hours ago. My voice veiled by poetry and song. I hide with smiley emojis.
I bury my thoughts on a tiny 3x6" screen.
Down another shot, max out the volume to drown out my scream.


My emotions reflect off the screen,
They pour from my eyes,
Seep from my veins,
And I'm blinded by the intensity of "feelings."
Keeping them hidden, I do my best,
But in the end,
They're exposed for all to see.
Naked and in your face,
Just like me-
Take it, or leave it.

When I write, my inspiration comes to me in a whisper.
Could be because I've had a bad, or an amazing day.
Or it could be because I've listened to a song that touched me,
And just won't go away.
Could be because you touched me,
Made me cry, laugh, or smile.
It is possible, that I'm feeling up, or even down,
Surfing on the clouds, or underwater, trying not to drown.
My words convey my feelings,
And are not necessarily about you.
Just something that I'm dealing,
Or at the moment, going through.
I don't sit and analyze,
My every waking thought.
I'm just me being me,
Not someone or something that is naught.

Kelly.

The last time I had a panic attack in public, I stood and excused myself, went to the bathroom, and did my hyperventilating there hanging over the sink. I would have splashed cold water on my face, but it would have ruined my make up. It was either that, or suddenly grabbing my things and leaving without explanation, which would have looked odd.

I become overly reclusive, and start to neglect relations, staying in touch with people and start to spend more and more time on my own, often in nature. To mention a bit

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