P.T.S.D
poem by:
Fadrian Bartley
Written
on Feb 05, 2018
I follow the footsteps of worries And it lead me to a place where my Cries became unrecognizable, A shallow hall Where my concerns echoes around my ears I shave my hair to the base of skull And cut myself to know if I am real, My energy was my enemy From elusive sleep gone in the night And for that I stray helplessly Through the dark dessert of mental struggles At the end I fought back helplessly to return I tried and live
Tags: Sad, Faith, Depressing, Scary, Hope, Dark, Fear,
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Dinesh Chauhan commented on Feb 06, 2018 at 5:08am
nice one
A previous user
commented on Mar 02, 2018 at 10:24am
PTSD fucking sucks right? I still keep a safety net under my pillow. This brought a tear to my eye.
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Mar 03, 2018 at 5:45am
ah ah ah
