I can't stop.
I can't stop the rain from falling onto your flawless face.
I can't stop the tears from mixing in with the tears of the gods.
I can't stop.I can't stop my heart from breaking whenever I look at you.
I can't stop my hands from reaching for empty air that you used to fill.
I can't stop my eyes from fluttering open in the middle of the night, fearing the darkness that my mind covers up till night falls.
I can't stop the world from ending.
I can't stop.I can't stop my lungs from burning.
I can't stop my legs from shaking.
I can't stop the tears from soaking into my shirt.
I can't stop the blood from falling to the floor.
I can't stop.I can't stop the pain from tearing me apart.
I can't stop the fire from feeding.
I can't stop my arms from scarring.
I can't stop the world from burning.
I can't stop my words from forming.
I can't stop my screams from being heard.
I can't stop.I couldn't stop.
I'm so sorry.
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Poems by Someone With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (PTSD.)
PoetryPoems are by me. Inside this interweb book is an abundance of fear, pain, anger, depression, and emptiness. It is not much, it may not be anything, but it is who I am. You may get to know me, if you really try. Even so, you may read if you'd like. S...