don't worry.

The sensation of worry
But an itch in my mind
I ignore, it becomes more
Relevant with each passing second
I claw, and scratch, and
My body is too soon inflamed
With rising panic
My existence, nothing else
But this burrowing thought
Digging deeper through my skull
Til its etched on the insides
Of my eyelids, can barely see
But for bloody indentations
Scrawled in my skin
And I can’t breathe.