C-PTSD

I’m alone now

except for the ringing in my ears

like somehow the silence can become too loud.

I’m running water now

Just for some background noise

Hoping it helps me out

With my hands on the mirror

I’m looking into my eyes

What do I see?

That broken person in my reflection

Doesn’t look like me

The memories come on

While trying to stay strong

But I feel like I’m dying from disease

I think to myself like,

Maybe this is it

My heart will pound so hard

It’ll race right out my chest

Somebody get these fucking images out of my head

Back to back

From staring at some messages

to yelling at my ex

From sitting in a court room

to crying in my bed when he left

I swear to god this demon just really wants me dead

If my heart doesn’t kill me now

I’ll die too young from stress.

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