Am I the only one who feels heartbreak like it's the end of the world; like you're dying, slowly and painfully?
I am a sad excuse of a human, I am ugly, terrible; and more or less, a monster
Pain isn't what keeps me sane though,what keeps me sane is the madness in my heart; and in my head.
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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...
