I know the world is a fucked up place. I know the people in it are a disgrace. I know that emotions are what we're supposed to feel. But most of the time, I wish this world wasn't real. Reality sucks ass so hard that it hurts my head. At times it made me feel as if I were dead. Trump is killing me, I'm scared out of my mind, I hate how some of our world thinks that's he's fine. I wish so hard to be able to turn back time. to a better day? No. There was never one anyways. I can't stand how people treat each other nowadays. I care too much about people that I cry, I worry so much that I can't even try. Try to fix myself? No. I'm far beyond broken. Suffocating in the words that I never have spoken. People terrify me to the point where I hide. Then there's my mum saying that I never tried. A disappointment is all that I am. Im not my sister and I'll never be as good as her, therefore I am damned. To a life of wishing, hoping for success. Whereas leaving my house causes me great distress. I breathe but I don't, do you catch my drift? Sorry I'm being saddening, you don't deserve this. I never meant to say all these words. This is killing me. Everything hurts.
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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...
