Die Geschichten in meinem Kopf

I have to breathe, air..... Air! Too much people who are staring at me, too much confusion when they focus me in front of the class. But i ain't talking. I can't. I can't say a tone. Not yet. F irst I have to calm down. I can feel my heart beat in an unsteady rythm. I slowly move to the window and open it. Finaly... A bit of air...  I just have to calm down. I just have to tell them what I found out about plastik and how much it troubles the ocean. But the others are still staring at me. They follow every move I make. I'm shure they can see my hands shaking and me shuttering at all. I'm going again in front of the class, but not wanting to give that presentation. Why do I have to do it? Well... Everyone has to... I can do it... I learned so long and now... I can't remember anything! Everything is gone. My mind is blank. Or no, not blank. Just full of voices which start screaming in alarmism.  'I need to go out! I can't do it! Help me! I can't b

Born with fire, sold with blood, feel your desire, a deep cut. Take your sword, slam it down, one last word? I take the crown. We gonna burn to dust and ashes, that was your last turn, before your mind crashes. I am your demon, made of devil's gate, don't worry a sermon you just deserve hate. If you feel this way, you'll get help here and  here . Depression is as serious as a physical abuse, don't laugh about it and take it serious!