It's so much more than seeing them
Avoiding themDreaming of them
Fearing them
Always feeling them
Screaming at them
And crying
To no end
At nothing and begging why
I thought I was over this
But still I cry,I thought I was over this,
yet still they lie.They lie of beliefs,
and faith,
and loveAnd don't truely know anyone
They shift and claw
And hide in plain sight
And prey on those who take a bite
Bitterly bitten, and raw, of all who attend, for sights nights and nights on end
Then wake and shake and shudders send
And so we stay and stare, dead
and tried,
at peeling paint
and pained fools findsSo scream and beg for nights I find
Nothing but him
Simply living his life,
all but listless,
with nothing to show,
nothing to say,
nothing to know.For other to see, know and believe
As you're force me to relive and grieve.
/ /
Had a nightmare, from a spiraling fit. Trigger is a word I'll never take lightly again.
It's terrifying and gutting in the cleverest of ways.
Not my best work at all, it's actually pretty shitty, but I don't know what else to do.
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A Dirty Little R Word
PoetryThe helpless rambling of an assaulted mind, struggling to survive trauma spirals. All the while on a exploration for self love. A Dirty Little R Word