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Hello I am Your PTSD

A Very Personal Poem

By Tas The Artist Published 6 months ago 1 min read
Hello I am Your PTSD
Photo by David Spiers on Unsplash

I don't sleep.

Nightmares never cease.

Waking up in pools of sweat,

Or not sleeping at all.

I don't sleep.

The time is already 3:00 AM.

I am wide awake, but tired within.

I could sit in the darkness and do nothing.

But I can't.

I don't sleep.

Drink some tea they say,

It doesn't help.

Do therapy they say,

I already did,

And guess what?

I don't sleep.

Take a pill,

Nope, it didn't even make me drowsy.

My mind is stuck on the past,

On the fear of the door opening.

I don't sleep.

Meditation won't stop the flashbacks,

To when I was hurt and in danger.

The sights and smells of when you hurt me.

I don't sleep.

It's bad for you to stay awake for days at a time,

But that doesn't make my head comply.

No amount of therapy stops it.

So, I don't sleep.

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    Written by Tas The Artist