PTSD

When will it stop?

The sweat,

the racing of my heart,

the nightmares

in the middle of the night.

I gave nothing

Yet you took it all.

I said I didn’t need this.

Yet you thought otherwise.

You took my soul,

burned it and watched it continue to go down in flames.

As I cried no, and burned myself trying to save what was left of me.

No one was around.

No one saw the darkness you portrayed.

I didn’t know how to tell them.

How to tell them what you did.

The pain and misery you caused

And the nightmares that carry on.

It’s been years and you still control my mind.

With the scars that was so deeply wounded.

Ripping it open every night as you control my nightmares.

They can’t say they know what trauma is.

Until they go through what you did to me.

Author: alongcameshe

A 20-something year old trying to find the words to express the realest of the real when it comes to her rawest emotions in life. From experiences to life lessons to things she's passionate to, she experiments with her creative side by blogging her moments in life. As along her life came, along came she.

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