Forget about the past, they say
I tell the past to forget about me
You need to relax, they say
You just don't see, I reply
They don't know what I go through every day
Not everything can be seen
For me, it's depression and the PTSD
I try to speak, but I feel so weak
I try to stand, but it's hard to trust hands
Logically I understand
But it doesn't feel that way
Some people have left me
And I guess that's okay
But by speaking about my experiences
I hope to teach you today
It all happened one day
I wasn't safe
And because of this occurrence
This moment has been hard to escape
Sometimes I time travel
But not in the way you think
A moment ago, I was in my room
But it can change in a blink
All the sounds around me engulf me in fear
The fear may be far
But to me, it feels so near
Flashback of traumas hurt, I'm not going to lie
The lack of control
The lack of time
I can't really say when it will occur
It just seems to happen in a blur
A blur can be a second
Or a few minutes in time
But it's the only moment repeating in your mind
It's hard to think logically when you have no control
It's like being between times in a black hole
A blast of emotion feeling unsafe
The only hard part is the way to escape
It means sacrificing time I know I need
It's hard for me to admit
Even harder for you to see
I try to fight it hoping it will go away
But it usually follows with a larger wave
The sense of frustration pumps through my veins
The lack of control drives me insane
If it were up to me
I would be inside
My brain wants one thing
But my body needs time
It's hard in a place with a lack of control
It's hard to balance when people don't know
That seems strange to you
You may not know
But you can now see
People's stories are different
Then what they seem
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.