Panic Attack on a Tuesday Afternoon

I'm falling to ash again
Blinding myself to my blessings
Turning the spotlight to my troubles
and hating myself for being cognizant of it

I don't see the glass half empty
I see it shattered and pressed against my neck
I see a thousand paths to nowhere
Can't find a single one that goes anywhere

If you think 
that you think 
your thoughts 

I'd say you like 
having that thought
that you aren't thinking