It isn't easy.. living with the painful memories of the past.
I try to lock them up and hide them away,
But the memories just keep coming back.
No matter how hard I try,
They find me and torment me even more.
He wanted to help me through it all,
But didn't know how to..
He didn't know where to begin..
And I didn't know how to open up to him..
I wanted to, but I was afraid to..
I was afraid he'd turn around and walk out on me..
But he told me: 'I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere!'
How do I say it?
That I've been fighting with my PTSD..
I've been trying to deal with my anxiety..
And get control of my depression..
Not to mention the insomnia that tries to see me every now and then..
To steal what little bit of peace I had away from me.
How do I say that I don't think I'm okay?
That I've been stuck in my head again?
I've been trapped here for a while now..
But this time, I don't think I'll ever get out.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
