A blessing
Straight from heaven
Seeing something once
Trauma from the age of eleven
I tend to forget the past
It comes back fast
Though I cant hack the truth
My flashbacks and memories provide me proof
My mind shows me things I've never seen
Places I vaguely remember but have probably been
People I used to talk to
Places I sometimes walked through
Emotions I one day felt
My heart my brain and overall my soul would melt
Left to acquiesce the past the future and now the present
I stay up late my thoughts seem to disorient
Though my past is abit of a blur
My flashbacks are but memories I adhere
I think I have Ptsd
People seem to somehow still ignore me
I stay up late
Maybe its fate
I cant sleep at night
Presumably fright
Scared of the demons who haunt my dreams
Late nights thinking extremes
My wrist or my throat what do I slit
I'm suicidal I'd have to admit
I tend to keep alot in
Cookies closed in a large tin
Though the tin shall soon over load
I guess it's time to crack the code
Take some shit or maybe hang
Left alone from once a gang
Tryna hold on whilst theres little to fight for
My thoughts expand as I lay on the floor
What do I fight for once everythinks lost
How much more shall exposure cost
For now I linger sad and confused
Who knew my heart and mind where this bruised
~H1
