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Traumatics (Poem)

Spare me the traumatics
Just give me some peace of mind

Nightmares kreep in like overdose
Good days are lost in time

I try to find some comfort
A silver lining for my dread

But the only line I come by
is full of Monkey Headz

From the moment I awake
Tears I can’t escape
The fight that can’t be won
Hurt can’t be undone

I take a little moment
To try to clear my mind
But this house is full of demons
And my heart is full of grime

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Insanity, PTSD

The disease of isolation
Self-pity and self-harm
Anger and resentment
Selfish lies and selfish wants

It’s baffling
So obscure
Cunning and hard

It’s your own personal Satan pounding at your door

It’s the first place you run to when you want to hide
And the last place that gets you where you want to go

It gives you everything you want
But nothing that you need