living with trauma

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i dreamt i was screaming

so loud my voice box started to break

but you didn't hear me

i woke up i realized i was crying

you are just there a couple of feet

you've seen me but you didn't see me


you heard me but didn't listen

what i felt, what i was trying to say

i was the one who was bruised and beaten

but you do your best of putting the blame on me



you asked where the trust went

when you found you didn't know a thing about me

i was either too plump or too skinny


i was never enough, always insufficient

did you know how the blades felt

as it grazed the deeper level of the skin

did you know how many pills

it would take just for someone to end

did you know how many therapist

it would take to uncover just the base

do you know how it feels dying from the inside

i eat too little, i ate too much, such a mental suicide

did you know i hurt myself not to hate you

how i hated me now you want to celebrate too




i promised myself i will one day get out of this hell

that we dug together so i can drown myself in over and over again

let's cheers to the overly emotional monster you raised

i guess we'll be doing this shit again next year

blow the candle and make a wish

for another box of lexapro and anxiety pills

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