The yellow fields
The blue skies
The loud music
The happiness surrounding me
Yet still I can't escape the pain
Still visions of what you did
Play across my mind while I sleep
Your cruel words stretching through the reality into my consciousness
You're no longer near
but your scars remain
how can I heal from you
when I can't escape you
-the nightmares afterwards are the worst
YOU ARE READING
Writing Until My Soul Recovers
PoetryI'm seventeen with more trauma than most my age. I haven't cut in five months but I'm struggling. My mental health is struggling and it's hard because I'm in recovery from something. But not my big problem. I'm still struggling with that and I was t...
