Fare warning some mentions of suicidal thoughts so read on if you're not uncomfortable with that and you have been warned.
We're all weak in some way
I was able to walk through hell
Growing up but it made me weak
My ptsd I'm always wondering when
Will it be triggered today next week
We're all weak in some way
I'm weak in strength built like a twig
Self conscious of my body
Because it's weak the only muscle
I have is in my core
That's what happens when you're
Bored out your mind in my case
I did sit ups and a lot of them
We're all weak in some way
Can't lift much without struggling
Just like I was to survive growing up
I grew up but at what cost
Broken and traumatized from a past
Best forgotten yet unable to forget
You walk through hell it changes you
Me well I got a personality disorder
That's what I got for surviving hell
We're all weak in some way
I don't know how to have a proper conversation
I don't know how to talk about my anger
I don't know how to talk about anything
Never was taught how to communicate
Forced myself to learn from examples
And well they were some terrible examples
We're all weak in some way
Some say I'm strong to survive in hell
They don't know what hell is like
And those who do you have my props
We grow up to be altered
Our brain its scarred unknown what to do
Getting dragged down the lane best
Left forgotten and abandoned
We're all weak in some way
There's times when I just want to
Snuff my life out like a flame
That never lit the pit
But I push on so I don't hurt anyone
By snuffing my life but it's always there
The thoughts always in the back
Of my head waiting till I'm at my lowest
To rear its ugly head back to the front
We're all weak in some way
This life I've lived it taught me
The ones who have any trauma
Are stronger than those who don't
We have to fight our body to function
Unlike someone who lived a "normal" life
Our brain is alway searching for danger
Eventually it gets pulled back into the past
We're all weak in some way
We all want to forget like a bad dream
Yet we can't it's imprinted on us
On our soul, brain, and body
We can only pretend that we're fine
When we're having flashbacks
The horrors that we can't escape
Because they're one with us
Two sides of the same damned coin
We're all weak in some way
YOU ARE READING
words from a broken soul
Poetryjust a collection of free verse/rondel poems(short stories to lengthy ones I guess) I've written over the course of ten months so far some won't be uploaded as I know they would get flagged as to dark of topics so yeah enjoy or don't. Feed back is h...
