trauma fills my lungs,
it blocks my air ways so i can't breathe.
i hold my breath for days at a time,
i eventually vomit it out using words i can't discribe.
i scream and i cry,
i punch things and i kick.
i need to vomit out this trauma,
why do only pills help clear my mind?
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PoesíaFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...
i csnt bresthe
trauma fills my lungs,
it blocks my air ways so i can't breathe.
i hold my breath for days at a time,
i eventually vomit it out using words i can't discribe.
i scream and i cry,
i punch things and i kick.
i need to vomit out this trauma,
why do only pills help clear my mind?