Just a girl with PTSD trying to get through life
As I walk on the rocks down the railroad tracks, I look up at the scattered sparks of light in the night time sky. I think about my unfortunate life;
When I look in the mirror I sometimes imagine looking at a young version of myself. I think about how naive, and blind she was.
Living with PTSD
Living with PTSD is hard, but living with it from a childhood filled with trauma, and re-experiencing it in my young adult life is well... complex. It's hard to explain to people the things I have been though without them looking at me in horror after. When I do explain it's in layers. I start off with the least bad memories, and slowly say more and worse things that have happened to me. It sometimes happens like that, and I can't seem to ever control it once it starts.
The Bittersweet Circle Of Life
A baby bird falls from it's nest It sings, and hopes for it's mothers return Hours pass No mother bird comes The baby bird looks weak, and less hopeful
The bad memories come flooding back without warning I feel the unwelcoming familiar touch of a hand on my upper thigh The hot foul breath against my neck
A Soulless Soul
I look into your deep soulless brown eyes, and think to myself I think about how I continued giving you pieces of myself Even though i was hollow & empty inside;