I don't have a lot to do tonight
Probably just gonna pick up the pieces of this pointless fight
Within myself, it's honestly
The only thing
That's keeping me
From doing something I'll regret- I'm right.
Don't tell me I'm wrong because I hurt too much to care
If you punch me or kick me
That, I could bare
The only thing
that will ruin me
is if you weren't there
all I can ask is how can I breathe
When the world is falling down at my feet
How do I speak
How do I stay
If I only want to leave, run away
From you and the pain
The thoughts of today
But I know it'll follow me
It's bottled up inside, you see
So all I can do
is fall back to you
Because you're all I want to breathe in
You're all that I believe in
And I hate it
Oh, I hate it
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Poems by Someone With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (PTSD.)
PoesiaPoems 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...
