ptsd: a slam poem
You don't need to understand but,
Do not grab me by my wrists,
Do not be vague with me,
Do not ghost me,
Do not talk poorly behind my back to your friends,
Nor read our conversations,
Do not give me a suicide hotline and tell me you can't help me,
Do not yell at me for trying to help you,
Do not lead me on for 5 months, then break up with me through text,
Do not cheat on me,
Do not go emotionless on me,
Do not hide things from me,
Do not hide your emotions from me,
Be upfront to me.
Tell me how things are.
Give me an idea of what to do.
Give me some hint to leave you the fuck alone.
Do not use me for my body,
Do not fuck me and go play your video games after,
Do not ignore me while we are in the same room together,
Do not tell me that you don't know what you feel,
Do not play mind games with me,
Do not fuck me up,
Do not hide me from your friends or family or social media.
Do not leave me stranded with no answers,
Do not leave me without closure,
Do not leave me with all those painful memories,
Do not leave me with all those trust issues,
Do not leave me with this much ptsd.
Do not leave me thinking that I was the problem.
Do not leave me feeling vulnerable.
Do not leave me feeling insecure.
Do not leave me to these thoughts.
But you left me–
You left me all alone.
And– that's why I have this much baggage.
This much ptsd, it is all because of you.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
