My words have never been spoken
because
I knew
You would
separate
and I would
Tip,
still
M o v i n g.
r.m
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Someone With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (PTSD.)
PoesíaPoems 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...
